The Pat’s versus Geno’s debate rages on, but Jim Jim and I have made up our minds.
The day started out with bright lights in the big city of Philadelphia.
We walked up to the counter and ordered. To be accurate, Jim Jim ordered one cheesesteak with Provolone for us to share. That’s when we noticed something a little unusual…
As we dined in the unnatural glowing light of our orange surroundings, we noticed that that the shrine-esque decor extended along the wall.
In the spirit of autoethnographic blogging, I went back to the car to get the camera so we could document this experience.
Not to mention, I learned that I am totally getting ripped off – if sneaking into the United States gets you free health care and a pony, I am obviously living the wrong American dream.
After that, we were a bit hesitant to venture over to Pat’s, so we stopped in a pub between the two establishments for a light beverage. The bartender reassured us that Pat’s was much better and so, thus refreshed, we ventured forth on our quest to taste the rival of Geno’s.
Indded, a Pat’s cheesesteak with provolone was better. Maybe it’s the grease or the cheery customer service or the, I don’t know, lack of emphatic anti-immigrant vitriol all over the walls, but we’d take Pat’s over Geno’s any day.