True, I didn't eat it with Whiz (Cheese, that is) like the locals but I found the whole thing dry and unremarkable. My cousin, Jason, agreed with me. He only eats cheesesteak when visitors come to town. I had a great time catching up with Jason. He also took me to a cozy cafe in his neighborhood.
I had an hour or so on my own and discovered the Reading Market. It is your basic indoor farmer's market and offers all kinds of treats.
I stumbled upon Dinic's. The line was long (always a good sign). And the pulled pork sandwich with broccoli rabe and provolone was delicious.
For dessert, I had a cannoli. God, it was good.
Philadelphia is like the poor cousin of Boston. It's got a real neighborhood feel and the streets are filled with people walking about, headed to work, yelling obscenities on the phone, fighting with their girlfriend. Very lively place.
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| City Hall |
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| The stairs at Anthropologie |
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