In all my trips to Philadelphia, it seemed lazy that I’d never bothered to stand in line for one of the city’s first and most famous cheese steaks, Pat’s King of Steaks. Situated catty corner to the big rival, Geno’s, I picked Pat’s because they chop their meat, which I assumed would be a consistency I’d prefer over strips. Plus, I wanted to get out for the day while the weather held (because, otherwise, while pregnant I tend to sink into lethargy and naps if I don’t get myself up and at them in the morning) and how fun and low brow decadent is it to hop in the car for a Philly cheese steak in Philly?
The line was as long as I expected, winding through already seated diners and around the small building (it only got longer as the day progressed) but it moved surprisingly quickly. The speed of the food from grill, to bun, to hand has a lot to do with the efficiency. The sandwich is great, with onion and cheez whiz, exactly as it should be. Next time I’d maybe go for double cheese and my only complaint was a couple small bits of fattiness. Still, a classic for sure, and one worth the lines and crowds to sample yourself. Lemonade and fries are also good but not as noteworthy.