“Excuse me, what?” I was lost in south Philly and had decided to get a real cheesesteak from a street vendor while I was about it.
“Dem onyonsh!” He gestured to a pile of chopped, grilled onions with his spatula.
“Oh!” It all became clear. “Oh yeah, sure.” Armed with the genuine article (and yes it is as good as they say), I ventured out into Philadelphia. Mind you, a real philly is not just twice as good as any other you’ve had anywhere else, its twice as heavy… the gf’s digestive tract was none too pleased for quite some time.
Here are some images from my foray into the City of Brotherly Love.
Nalin | 24-Jul-07 at 7:45 pm | Permalink
Unfortunately I didn’t have time to see more of historical Philadelphia as I would have liked. Oh well, next time!
Emily | 31-Aug-07 at 7:46 pm | Permalink
Can I have the step picture too?