After spending fourteen years as a pescatarian, I willed herself to eat a cheesesteak sandwich from Pat's during an artist residency at the Philadelphia Art Hotel. Pat's was chosen over Gino's, as it is reportedly the "dirtier" and thus more authentic of the two restaurants. The man who served the sandwich (wit wiz) came outside and laughed at me while I ate, slowly, alone on the sidewalk at 10:08 in the morning. The sandwich was almost completely consumed, with a couple inches to spare (stomach issues ensued for the next three days).
