We drove to Vermont on Tuesday, with a slight detour to Philadelphia. My bother and nephew came along for the ride (and to see my Dad and Mother), but primarily, I think, to get a cheese steak at Pat's, home of the original.
We drove through Little Italy to Pat's on Passyunk Street (right across from the celebrity tribute wall - how many of these Philly guys do you remember?)
My nephew Richard told me you need to know what to order, no hemming anf hawing at the window or they'll send you to the back of the line, so I was ready and ordered a "whiz wit'", the favorite.
Delish, worth the stopover and boy, were Dick and Richard happy! And I have to go on a serious diet.
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