This is Not a Cheesesteak

Reader story about a quick stop before a flight

This is a great story from a reader named Bernhard. 

This story doesn’t quite fit your theme, but I thought I’d share it anyway. Thanks for making me smile.

I’ve seen so many bad cheesesteaks outside Philly that I’ve given up testing them.  I just have to go back to Philly occasionally to get my fix.

Last year, I was in Delaware with my wife and kids for a wedding.  We flew into and out of Philly, and had just enough time left over to pop into the city on our way back.

So I decided to kill two birds with one stone and go to South Street and stop by Jims. (I know it’s not your favorite, but was early afternoon and there were no lines.). As Jim’s came into view,   my wife said “That’s it?  No way I’m going in there!”  I got three cheesesteaks anyway, onions, wid wiz.

When we got back to the car it was time to go to the airport.  I gave two cheesesteaks to my daughters in the back and started in on the third while I was driving.  My wife’s expression went from disgust to to “hmmm that smells good” and she asked if she could try it.

Next thing you know, she asks if we can go back to get another one.

‘Sorry honey, we don’t have time.’

‘Well maybe we can catch a later flight?’