“You can’t come to Philadelphia and not have a cheesesteak.”
Given that the cheesesteak is practically Philly’s symbol, that statement is so true. But we’ll do one better. In fact… we’ll do three better.
The best thing about hanging out with foodies is that everyone is enthusiastic about eating and hunting for good food. The best thing about visiting locals is that they know where all the best spots are. The perfect combination. And because everyone has a different opinion of their favorite spot, that is how we came to eat at FOUR different cheesesteak places in half a day (plus an actual real dinner).
This is a story of absolute gluttony. Of long standing rivalries and search for the truth. This is the story of the hunt for Philly’s best cheesesteak.
On my last full day on my NJ/NY visit, we went on a little day trip to Philadelphia (side note: I think it’s so cool that you can just go visit another State in a day!). It was Ray’s cousin’s birthday and we planned to surprise him by showing up to dinner.
The plan was to get into Philly in the early afternoon, eat at Reading Terminal Market and visit the Magic Gardens, before our 5 pm dinner reservation (which was at a fancy Cuban restaurant in downtown). However, because we dilly-dallied on the way down to Philly, we didn’t arrive until 4 pm.
At this point, the rational thing to do is to not spoil our appetites and just wait for dinner. But you already know this is a food story of epic proportions.
“Alright guys, we have ONE hour to stuff our faces before dinner,” Carmela instructed.
“That’s the fattest statement ever.”
But knowing us, that’s exactly what we were gonna do.