So, my quest for a fantastic cheesesteak in Philly yest was an adventure.
Made it to only one place on the way into town. The cheesesteak was… not great.
I wanted to take it aside and have a conversation with it.
“Your mother and I aren’t mad. We’re just disappointed.”
1/
Made it to only one place on the way into town. The cheesesteak was… not great.
I wanted to take it aside and have a conversation with it.
“Your mother and I aren’t mad. We’re just disappointed.”
1/
I’m not going to cheesesteak shame. It isn’t important where that fair-to-middling sandwich came from. I’m not going to point fingers.
Tony Luke’s. It came from Tony Luke’s.
This place is overrated. Don’t @ me. I tell you what you need to hear not what you want to hear.
2/
Tony Luke’s. It came from Tony Luke’s.
This place is overrated. Don’t @ me. I tell you what you need to hear not what you want to hear.
2/
Then catastrophe struck: I ran out of time to even get a Second Lunch.
And I had a concert to get to.
Would there even be a dinner?
One mediocre sandwich? Could this really be all I’d eat in Philly?
Reality said “Yes.”
My steely resolve said “No, sir or madam. No.”
3/
And I had a concert to get to.
Would there even be a dinner?
One mediocre sandwich? Could this really be all I’d eat in Philly?
Reality said “Yes.”
My steely resolve said “No, sir or madam. No.”
3/
So I hustled off to the Jason Isbell show - which was fan-damn-tastic - with the intention of getting a late night do-over cheesesteak.
Show gets out. I hit the street, face fixed into the taut focus of an Olympian with one chance at gold.
4/
Show gets out. I hit the street, face fixed into the taut focus of an Olympian with one chance at gold.
4/
“I will find you and I will eat you, delicious cheesesteak.” I whispered.
“But first you shall be thrice tested.” the Fates whispered back.
5/
“But first you shall be thrice tested.” the Fates whispered back.
5/
Down came the rain.
Away went the cabs.
I laughed all arrogant-like at these petty tests.
“I fear not your water, your walking distance!” I said.
“That’s only two tests, bro.” the Fates said back all smug as shit.
6/
Away went the cabs.
I laughed all arrogant-like at these petty tests.
“I fear not your water, your walking distance!” I said.
“That’s only two tests, bro.” the Fates said back all smug as shit.
6/
So, I find an overhang and pull up my favorite Philly cheesesteak place:
Jim’s on South Street.
Their cheesesteaks are sublime. I would push a nun down a flight of stairs for one of their sandwiches.
(Artistic hyperbole. I’d elbow a nun out of the way at worst.)
7/
Jim’s on South Street.
Their cheesesteaks are sublime. I would push a nun down a flight of stairs for one of their sandwiches.
(Artistic hyperbole. I’d elbow a nun out of the way at worst.)
7/
And then came the third gong of the Fates’ cruel tests.
They closed at midnight.
And it was already 11:35.
And it was 2 1/2 miles away.
And there were no cabs. Because, again, it was raining.
And I have two unrepaired torn meniscuses.
8/
They closed at midnight.
And it was already 11:35.
And it was 2 1/2 miles away.
And there were no cabs. Because, again, it was raining.
And I have two unrepaired torn meniscuses.
8/
Sometimes, life pulls us into a sharp light and asks of us “What price, glory?”
What will we invest?
What sacrifice will we make?
Between me and a lifelong dream I had held for as many as several hours:
a 2.4 mile run in the rain on broken knees.
9/
What will we invest?
What sacrifice will we make?
Between me and a lifelong dream I had held for as many as several hours:
a 2.4 mile run in the rain on broken knees.
9/
And it was worth it.
10/10
10/10
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