07.16.2017
Cigarettes After Sex
Cigarettes After Sex

Cigarettes After Sex sound like some beautiful combination of Rhye and Mazzy Star. And if that sounds good to you, I agree. Album-wise, there's not a whole lot different happening from track to track, but whatever, because [re-insert first sentence here].

07.19.2017 - by Steve
Pat's King of SteaksPhiladelphia
Cheesesteak

Yes. Yes, yes, of course. Yes, I got a fucking cheesesteak in Philadelphia. And yes, yes, it was at Pat's. Did you think I wouldn't? Did you think I might actually have some amount of self respect and taste? That maybe I'd try to find the "real" best cheesesteak in Philadelphia, or maybe find some scrapple, rather than be a sucker tourist who just goes and finds that corner that's been featured on every single food TV show ever produced, with Pat's on one side and Geno's on the other, hollering at their customers and putting cheese whiz on their sandwiches? Did you really think I might be better than that?

Look. I thought I was too. I did some research. I found a couple places that supposedly have the best cheesesteaks in town. But I only had a short amount of time to spend in Philly, and those other places were nowhere near any train stops. Plus, double look, I've never been to Philadelphia. I'm sorry, but I have to do this. If I didn't eat at Pat's or Geno's, I'd think about it my whole life. It's just one of those things. Every city has their local favorites, their perennial beloved food haunts that help define them. But I think Pat's and Geno's are more inextricably tied to Philadelphia than any other restaurants are to their respective cities. So to hop off the Septa and walk 10 minutes to Pat's (which I only picked because it was about 100 feet closer) is to truly see Philadelphia. I saw Independence Hall, I saw the Liberty Bell (through a window), and I ate a fucking Pat's cheesesteak.

I've had better.


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