Having devoured cheesesteaks all over the city of brotherly love on more than a few occasions, I was ready to find out if this shack could walk the talk. It’s a simple fact that most places can’t hold up to Philly when it comes to cheesesteaks, no matter their claims.
You are a fool. You are a silly, petulent Koreatown-fascinated fool. It is waaaay too hot outside to be considering the Korean equivalent of chicken noodle soup and yet here you are, pounding the gritty sidewalks of the Western drag yet again, halfway lost, looking for some unknown restaurant simply because Jonathan Gold gave it the nod of approval.
Anybody regret driving to the Glass House in the middle of the day to stand in line for tickets? Or paying scalpers a king’s ransom? How about waiting since the night before for a prime spot upfront? Nope. It was worth it.
I don’t know about you, but when I get my Sunday Times, I gut that sucker like a fish, extract the Real Estate section and go right to the “Hot Property” column, a.k.a., the celebrity real estate transactions.
Come on, fess up…how many times have you been sitting there at the Bourgeois Pig or that sushi joint on Franklin, gazing across the street at the Addams-Family-Mansion-looking Scientology Celebrity Centre…