In West Philadelphia...

For those who know me, you would know how I endured an 11 hour drive to Philadelphia...Oh yeah baby...It was of course the infamous Philly Cheesesteak that kept me motivated.

Here I am waiting 20 minutes in line at Pat's Steaks...apparently one of the best places to eat this American delight. The place was basically a glorified chipwagon...however the steaks were nothing to joke about. 


Unbeknowest to visitors, there is a very strategic method of ordering a Philly Cheesesteak. Firstly, you don't call it a Philly Cheesesteak, cause, duh..you're already in Philadelphia. Luckily, there were step-by-step instructions on how to order. I got a Provolone wit' 

I was going to include a picture of me mowing down on a Philly Cheesesteak, but then quickly contested that I'm too much of a lady to do that. However, for a limited time only, you can click on my MSN and catch a glimpse of me in action. Food action, that is.