Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Well it had to done. Sometimes you just have to give in and eat the ubiquitous cheesesteak. In an effort to quell my hunger pains Alana drove us to South Philly for a prescription of equal parts meat and cheese. Once there we had to make the choice that all Philadelphians and tourists alike must choose : Pat's or Geno's. We chose Pat's. (However, if truth be told Jim's on South Street is my favorite, and Rustica Pizza in Northern Liberties is Alana's favorite). Here are a few pics of gluttony exemplified.