Last week I had to make a quick trip to Philadelphia to supervise a printing project. Even though I had to leave Penn Station at 6 a.m., it turned out to be a day well spent. We were able to correct an error that would not have gone over well with the big bosses.
Mission accomplished, I headed into the city for my first-ever real Philly cheese steak.
After some research, I went with Jim's. The men behind the counter were awesome! So personable and fun.
I went with the more authentic Cheez Whiz. My sandwich maker informed me he likes to go for a Provolone and Cheez Whiz combo.
I really wanted to eat only half of it, but it was way too good for that! The guy at the register even asked if I needed a rubber band to hold my hair back while I chowed down. I think the cheese steak eating record at Jim's is around 12 or 15, so they probably would have kicked me out if I hadn't finished my one.
Tummy full, I strolled up the street through the historic district.
Checked out the Liberty Bell...my favorite part was the photographs of international leaders like Mandela and the Dalai Lama. So cool to know that the bell is a global icon of liberty, not just an American one.
Since my train didn't leave until 2 p.m., I had enough time for a quick tour of Independence Hall, where the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution were debated and adopted.
On the train in and out, I enjoyed a glimpse of the "Rocky Steps" at the art museum and was amused I recognized them even though I've never actually seen that movie.
On a side note, those steps served as my very own "Look, kids -- there's Big Ben! Parliament!" moment, as a cabbie took me on a very bizarre incorrect route to the printer, despite the fact I'd helped him plug the address into his GPS.
He finally agreed to take me back to the train station and waive the charge...and the next cabbie actually once worked at the place! Proof that you can have a small town moment anywhere.
By the way -- next time, I am totally going for "double Whiz" on my cheese steak.
2 comments:
Lynsley, I ate at Jim's more than 20 years ago. The sandwich made a lifetime impression, as did all that tile!
I'm not usually a fan of Philly cheese steaks (perhaps because all the ones I've ever had were really dry?), but those pictures make me want to go to Jim's!
Also, did you have any moment where you felt like Nicholas Cage in one of the awesomely terrible National Treasure movies?
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