Turning 21

The city of brotherly love. The Liberty Bell. Eagles football. Cheesesteaks. They all go hand in hand, no? Well, the brotherly love is always in the air, the Liberty Bell still has its crack, and the Eagles' season is over, so this entry must be about cheesesteaks. If someone can tell me a better way to spend $7, I'll entertain the notion for a few seconds before replying, "Thats beat."

My allegiance to Genos is known, but I'm not gonna lie, Pats tasted awfully good tonight. So good, in fact, that I decided to spend $14 and grab a second one. I know many people who are fully devoted to one establishment or another, but my idea of a balanced diet is a Genos steak in one hand and a Pats in the other. Wiz wit'. And be generous with both the wiz and the wit'. Although, in all honesty, I enjoy looking at Genos' pictures, autographs, etc etc, but I am not a fan of the big picture with the cop on it, that announces to everyone that this upstanding officer was killed by a Middle Eastern man.

Furthermore, the "if your child can read English, you can thank a marine" sticker is awfully tacky. Perhaps the most notable sign posted at Genos is the "This is America, When Ordering, Speak English," which has drawn ire from local residents and politicians. "Geno's sits at Ninth and Passyunk, the hub of Little Italy turned home to thousands of Mexicans," writes Inquirer journalist Gaiutra Bahadur. Ironic.