lights, the claim of "World's Best", the giant half-eaten
cheesesteak towering over the building. And then there's
Pat's. So quiet and unassuming, yet also with a 30
minute ravenous line wrapped around the corner adjacent
building. It is not a complete trip to Philly without
indulging in the pure gluttony that is the Geno's vs. Pat's
challenge. If choosing the winner was based on the simple
fact that Hank was up to his elbows in Pat's wiz (cheez that is),
then we have a winner. Seriously. Pat's. hands. down.
1 comment:
I always preferred Pat's. Oh I can almost taste one now.
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