I read with amusement the story today about the passing of Harry Olivieri. Harry and his brother, Pat, in 1933 changed the culinary landscape of the Eastern seaboard forever when they invented the Philly Cheesesteak.
What got me chuckling was how they worded it:
Despite a heart condition, Olivieri had showed up at Pat's King of Steaks almost every day until about three years ago. He died of heart failure Thursday at Atlantic City Medical Center in Pomona, N.J., his daughter Maria said.
Well, of course he had a heart condition - 73 years of eating cheesesteaks would do that to ya. But folks, he was 90 years old.
Fromt his I can only conclude one thing - Philly cheeseteaks are good for you. Now I know what I'm having for lunch today!
Requiest in pace, Harry Olivieri.
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It's hard to get a good Philly cheesesteak outside of the Delaware Valley. I've been in culinary exile here in Nebraska, but whenever I go home to see my folks in Bucks county, PA, I save some room for the bona fide.
Jim's or Pat's, I'm not picky, and I'll take it 'wid', assuring me that I'll be sleeping alone that night. And you gotta cap it off with a TastyKake, preferably the Butterscotch Krimpet.
My other regional gustatory delight were Fenway Franks, preferably at Fenway Park in Boston during a double-header with the Yanks.
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