ANOTHER BITE OF CHEESESTEAK

Below are a few more pictures from our trip to Philly and a link at the bottom to the entire set. By the way, while we were canvassing Philly for cheesesteaks, one of the honorary members of the UEPa, Andrew "Skinnyboy" Lane, was taking his own tour in Colorado. He's an honorary UEPa member because, like many of us, he can't pass up a good restaurant challenge. Check out part one and part two of his tour. Carey will be happy to know that Amoroso rolls are used (and appreciated) even in Denver.

As we approached this dog near Geno's he was lying down, soaking up the sun. When I knelt down to take his picture he sprung to his feet and I found myself face-to-face with an unfamiliar pit bull. He seemed cool, but just in case he wasn't happy about me disturbing his nap, I snapped this picture and got on my way.

This is a shot of the grill at Pat's. The lip around the edge keep about an inch of boiling water on the grill which is used to cook the steaks. I wonder what if it also saps most of the flavor along with it? Maybe. It might also infuse the meat with flavor. Who knows. The steaks sort of float around in there and the raw ones on the left are actually several layers deep.

Honestly, the whole thing about Pat's and Geno's being the worst steaks on the tour is really disheartening for me. It's sort of like finding out that Santa doesn't exist or that Velveeta isn't really cheese. I don't like to criticize cultural institutions, but I if I have to, I will. I don't know why my Pat's steaks came out so poorly. Maybe that just happened to be one of the worst looking steaks that guy made all day. Maybe at the moment he was making my steak (all 1.3 seconds of that moment), he was distracted by something. Could be true, right?

Somewhat controversially, Geno's is known for their policy of requiring customers to order in english (signs at the ordering window make that very clear...assuming you can read english). Geno's has a shop with some motorcycles in it located across the street from their cheesesteak place. This shirt was displayed in the window. That's Carey in the reflection. It's ironic that Frankenstein is wearing the shirt because he's not American (although parts of him might be) and he definitely doesn't speak English.

A full set of pics can be seen here, including one of Carey in a demonstration of what happens when you consume massive quantities of beef and cheese whiz.