Monday, October 11, 2010

Pat's King of Steaks


Being somewhat of a foodie, most of my travel dreams also include enjoying the local fare.

For instance, when I picture dreamy days in Paris, I imagine enjoying a croissant and cafe au lait in some quaint cafe.  

Indulging in pizza, pasta, and gelato in Italy.  Devouring a pretzel and brawts in Germany.  You get the idea.  


One of these items on my list was a bit more attainable, waiting just a little south of Manhattan, although the distance had kept us apart until this past weekend.

A cheesesteak in Philly.  Whiz wit, please.


Mike and I joined a group of friends in Philadelphia this weekend for a mini-college reunion.  Over the course of the evening, the Philly native was stunned to learn I had never enjoyed a true cheesesteak.

So Sunday afternoon, Tom remedied the situation and chauffeured us hungry people to the place that made what he considered the best cheesesteaks around.


We waited patiently in line, placed our orders (correctly!), received our food, and chowed down on the tailgate of the car.

I got my whiz wit in Philadelphia.  And I got to enjoy it with some pretty awesome friends.

Happy tummy.  Screaming thighs.  Cross it off my list.


Pat's King of Steaks
1237 East Passyunk Avenue
Philadelphia, PA 19147-5060


  1. I raised you better than to eat flippin cheeze whiz. With onions, sweet and hot peppers and AMERICAN cheese. Cheese whiz belongs in a trailer park, you DON'T! Love Dad.

  2. You also raised me to trust locals with food recommendations. And Tom did not disappoint; there is no way anyone could hate that cheesesteak. Even with cheeze whiz :o)


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