I want a Philly cheese steak. I've never actually had one of those from anywhere but Philly (and Geno's to be specific), and I'm scared to try.
There's supposed to be a two-restaurant rivalry, right? Does anyone have an opinion on whether Geno wins the crown? Or is it irrelevant (because San Jose has a much better sandwich than either, to pick a random reason)?
My Geno's count is two. I went to Philly in 2002 for NBA Allstar weekend with Deb Grabien's daughter. We started out Friday evening by wandering around town, and we got into a limo with a bunch of guys that seemed promising. Uh, because, you know--sense. We drove along for a while, boozing and shooting the shit, and then we decided--hunger. Geno's was picked without debate, and we drove over there. HUGE line. End-of-the-block long. So all the guys get out to get in line and buy us all food.
Jo and I are chilling in the limo, but then Jo gets impatient. She bounces out, and is back in five with her sandwich and mine. She had walked to the front of the line and asked if she could cut in. The guy 2nd in line said "Sure, if you let me see your toes." Never mind February in Philly, Jo's no idiot, so she takes off her boot.
"Can I touch them?"
"NO."
"Okay."
And she went straight to the counter and bought our food. Guys were pretty disappointed when they came back from their gallant task, and we were daintily wiping grease off our faces.
Next night, I ask the NSYNC guy for a ride home for me and my friend, and he complies. We drop Jo off and he's looking at me with the oh-so-sexy Now What? look, and I tell him I'm hungry and I will only eat Geno's.
So we drive over there, and his bodyguard gets out and goes to cut to the front of the line. The owner sends him back saying he needs to see Chris in person before giving us free food.
Chris gets out of the van, and I'm still sitting there. Come on! he urges me to follow. Oh, okay. No room service.
We get in, and the owner is plotzing. Apparently Timberlake and Britney had been in the day before, so this was now The Official NSYNC Cheesesteak. Chris signs some stuff, and the owner asks if we want T-shirts. I'm like "Hells, yeah!"
"What size?" asks the owner.
"Small," I tell him.
Chris gives me a look, gives my boobs a look, and then back up. "Medium," he says.
I got a medium. It's all good. And the sandwich? Still delicious.