Philly: Cheesesteaks

Number one on my list of things to do on our recent trip to Philly was to finally eat a Philly Cheesesteak in Philadelphia. The delicacy alluded me on my first visit, and I've been regretting not making more of an effort to procure one ever since. I've had cheesesteaks, of course, but I get a ridiculous thrill from trying a food in the town in which it was invented or became famous. I've tried chicken wings and beef on weck in Buffalo, deep dish in Chicago, drank a Hurricane in New Orleans and an egg cream in Brooklyn —I even have a dream of one day eating a Charleston Chew in Charleston while doing the Charleston and I have no idea if those were even invented there.

Pretty much as soon as we arrived in Philly we started making our way south to the land of the great cheesesteak wars. I had it on good authority to go to Pat's and to skip Geno's, and as soon as we saw both places it was clear why. Although I can't speak to the quality of Geno's cheesesteaks, their signage alone was way too aggressive for my tastes. It was funny to us how different the two were in ambience—when David so accurately suggested that Guy Fieri would feel right at home at Geno's, I added that Pat's felt more like an Anthony Bourdain pick (if you think in terms of celebrity chef comparisons, or maybe one's a Trump while the other's a Hillary).

Pat's has been serving steaks wit and wit-out since 1930, while Geno's came later in 1966. The ordering process is quite simple a very quick—both of which I love—and before we could even think about it we had our steaks in hand (both wit, one provolone, one American cheese). Cheesesteaks are kind of like pizza or hot dogs in my opinion, in that the best one you'll ever have is not that far away in quality and taste from the worst one you'll ever eat.

However, Pat's was definitely the best cheesesteak I've ever had and I think it comes down to the bread and the cheese. I was initially concerned that I should have ordered whiz, but the American cheese was melty and plentiful and I soon forgot that I ever regretted my choice. I definitely don't think we made a "misteak" choosing Pat's for their chrome siding, woodgrain-printed cups, handpainted signs or beautiful neon—but I do wish that the most delicious cheesesteak I've ever eaten wasn't an hour-and-a-half train ride away.