Another Love Letter to the Cheesesteak
posted Aug 13 2013 6:54PM
WARNING: this post is about food. If you're hungry right now, I suggest you eat something before you continue. Like a cheesesteak. Have a cheesesteak, then read on.
To some degree, I think we all hold a special love for the culinary delights of our hometown. As a kid in Philadelphia, I learned at a very early age to love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks. The thing about the pretzels was that they were everywhere. There is a company that sells them wholesale and you could buy a couple dozen for ten bucks, then resell them for a quarter each and make some pretty good money. In the summer I did this frequently, and I always had money for the arcade. Actually, the fact that they went for a quarter each meant I always had a lot of quarters. A true win-win.
And then there is the cheesesteak. Of all American dishes, the cheesesteak is, in my opinion, the most quintesentially American. Some would say the cheeseburger. I say the cheeseburger wishes it was a cheesesteak. Some would say buffalo wings. I say, chicken? Really? CHICKEN? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
No, it's got to be the cheesesteak. Obviously I'm biased. And I make no apologies about that. I'm sure most people hold similar opinions. But I mean come on. Sliced steak on a firm (not hard) roll with fried onions and cheese (I like whiz, provolone is also acceptable). You can't beat it.
And I'm sure there's something from where you grew up that you still love more than any other comfort food. Hang onto it! It's part of your identity! Cheers.