Last night I was this guy, and I'm fairly sure it shaved some time off my life. And even though I still feel sort of bloated, somewhat queasy and overall not so good, I would do it again in a cholesterol-laden heartbeat.
Just maybe not too often.
The culprit was a cheesesteak at Giacomo's in Easton, PA, winner of the local Cheesesteak Challenge. And I must say, without trying the rest of the challengers, I can't imagine a better sandwich.
Plentiful, perfectly-cooked chopped steak (but not pulverized into oblivion), oozing cheese, the right amount of onions, and a great roll -- flavorful and sturdy while not buckling with all the goodness jammed into it. I think it compared favorably with the classic haunts of Philadelphia, although I can't be sure as it's been a while...
One of the great things about the Northeast is the plethora of hoagies, fairly decent pizza and, of course, cheesesteaks.
And a cardinal rule for me is that if a restaurant offers a "Philly" cheesesteak, keep on moving. I have no trust for joints that try to add so-called authenticity by throwing in a reality show-like location name.
As I write this, my stomach is still churning, slightly. And I am hoping it doesn't hasten a trip to a cardiologist.
Man, that was a good cheesesteak.
Strictly 100: Number 27 -- cheesesteaks
Just maybe not too often.
The culprit was a cheesesteak at Giacomo's in Easton, PA, winner of the local Cheesesteak Challenge. And I must say, without trying the rest of the challengers, I can't imagine a better sandwich.
Plentiful, perfectly-cooked chopped steak (but not pulverized into oblivion), oozing cheese, the right amount of onions, and a great roll -- flavorful and sturdy while not buckling with all the goodness jammed into it. I think it compared favorably with the classic haunts of Philadelphia, although I can't be sure as it's been a while...
One of the great things about the Northeast is the plethora of hoagies, fairly decent pizza and, of course, cheesesteaks.
And a cardinal rule for me is that if a restaurant offers a "Philly" cheesesteak, keep on moving. I have no trust for joints that try to add so-called authenticity by throwing in a reality show-like location name.
As I write this, my stomach is still churning, slightly. And I am hoping it doesn't hasten a trip to a cardiologist.
Man, that was a good cheesesteak.
Strictly 100: Number 27 -- cheesesteaks
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