"Philly," short for Philidelphia, is known as the "City of Brotherly Love" (insert obvious homo-erotic joke here). We were set to take the stage at The Tin Angel at 7:30pm, so the promoter was thrilled when Ramz and I rolled in at 7:27pm (thanks NYC traffic!). Great show, great town, AMAZING backstage accomodations...at least Ramz thought so.
Backstage at Tin Angel from Austin Hartley-Leonard on Vimeo.
And then, it was time. It was time to make the big decision, a decision that would shape our minds, hearts, and taste buds for all of eternity. Indeed, Ramz and I were faced with the age-old culinary quandry that any visitor to Philadelphia will at one time or another be forced reckon with.
Geno's Or Pat's?
Geno's?
or
Pat's?
Luckily for us, someone helped me decide.
So I meet this guy at a bar in New York. We had just finished playing, and we were drinking, relaxing, being merry. I tell this guy we were headin to Philly, and I didn't know whether to go to Geno's or Pat's. He says "Let me make it easy for you. Go to Geno's. The steaks are better, it's cleaner, it's overall a better experience." He goes on to tell me that he had friends that would drive for hours and hours from all parts of the east coast just to have a Geno's cheesesteak. He talks about the bread. He tells me exactly how to order. He goes into detail about how to tell if the onions are fresh, and if they're not, get peppers instead. He talks about which cheese to get, and specifically how the cheez whiz at Geno's is by far superior to the cheez whiz at Pat's. He tells me who I should ask for when I go, and to tell that guy that he says "hi." He also tells me that Pat's is where "white trash with no money" go, whereas the "classy" philly cheeseteak eater has always, and will always, choose Geno's.
It was at this point that I had the epiphany that you, the reader, are most likely having now.
This guy was a C-RAZY douchebag.
We went to Pat's.
See you in D.C.
-aust
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