10 days ago, I went to Philadelphia for my 10 year business school reunion. On a late Friday night myself and a few friends grabbed a taxi and made our way to Pat’s and Geno’s for a late night cheesesteak.
The driver dropped us in the neutral zone in between the two. Some friends went straight to Pat’s. Other’s to Geno’s. Three of us couldn’t decide which to get, so we got one of each and did a taste test.
The test confirmed what I already knew:
1. There are microscopic differences between the two places. Saying you’re a Pat’s person or a Geno’s person is the equivalent of saying you’re a Bud person or a Miller person. IT IS THE SAME.
2. The cheesesteaks at both of these places are almost inedible. The meat was gray. It looked and tasted like it was microwaved. The bread - if you can call it that - might have been bread at one time but tasted days old. Geno’s added peppers but that couldn’t hide the cardboard taste. I think there was cheese in our food but I couldn’t tell. I’ll give them credit - the food was hot. The benefits of the microwave.
3. The thing that Pat’s and Geno’s seem to excel at is being open really really late. They also don’t care if you puke in front of the restaurant - and we watched this happen. That’s their customer base - the drunken 20-something who is so out of it that they would eat a bowl of shit if you put it in front of them.
New slogan: “Pat’s and Geno’s: The place to go in Philadelphia when it is really late and you are so shitfaced that you don’t care that we will serve you gray cheesesteak.”
Seriously people, this is prison food. Get over it and go eat at place that really respects the cheesesteak.