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2005-05-28 
 

searching for cheesesteak

Over the past few days, I've been on a search for the perfect cheesesteak. Being in Philly makes this task harder than one would think. There's cheesesteaks on EVERY menu in town. The restaurant around the corner even offers a Kobe cheesesteak for $100. (Needless to say, I won't be trying that one...unless some kindly stranger wants to front me the cash.)

I've had cheesesteaks with regular provolone, with nacho cheese and jalapenos, with mozzarella and marinara sauce. Each with a variety of toppings ranging from the rather standard mushroom and onions to pepperonis. It occurs to me that no one's ever been able to describe to me exactly what goes into the definitive cheesesteak.

Today we're off to South Street with M and little E. She assures me that we'll have a variety of options there and that at least one of them ought to come close. I don't know. I figure it's a little twist on that old saw about obscenity: I'll know it when I taste it.

In the meantime, if anyone feels like letting me in on the perfect ingredients for a cheesesteak, I'd be quite happy to listen.

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* posted by me at 12:11 PM

Comments:
http://www.bestcheesesteaks.com/cheesesteaks/pa.htm

mmm, cheesesteak. My fondest memories of Philly is a soft pretzel vendor on a street corner, smoking a cigar, sweating in the humid summer air, with a stack of pretzels under his arm. Yummers.
 
There's a cheesesteak place called Buster's around the corner from my apartment at Columbus and Broadway, actually. I can't remember the name of it, but god fucking damn they're good cheesesteaks. Well, they're good when I'm either famished or drunk.

http://www.fudcourt.com/busters.html

Supposedly this place is good, too:

http://www.fudcourt.com/stkshop.html
 
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