“Really?! You want to eat one of those things?”
Until at that moment, I hadn’t thought wanting to get a Philly cheesesteak in Philly was such a crazy idea. But Phillip’s uncles, who we were visiting a few years back, seemed surprised and disgusted at the thought.
I guess when you have lived your whole life just outside of Philadelphia, you’re over the whole cheesesteak thing.
More recently, while in line at Star Wars Celebration Anaheim, we struck up a conversation with some guys from Germany, who had already been to their bucket-list restaurant for their SoCal trip. It wasn’t a beachside seafood spot, Downtown Disney diner, trendy vegan cafe, or even an L.A. taco truck.
It was the Cheesecake Factory.
To me, that’s part of a big ol’ chain I could eat at whenever (but haven’t for a long time). To them, it’s the hangout from The Big Bang Theory, and something you can’t experience where they’re from.
Local – and interesting – eating is relative.
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Today’s post: photos of not eating cheesesteaks in Philadelphia + our German friends’ geeky restaurant pilgrimage. http://t.co/bqcbqXhnkm
I grew up in a fishing community, and there is a local restaurant that always has a line a mile long out the door during the summer (thanks to the fried clams and lobster). I think we ate there once when I was little, and I have absolutely no desire to go there. I agree that local is relative! *grin*
Yes, just because something is located in a certain place, it doesn’t mean that’s where the locals go!
From Cheesesteak to Cheesecake: “Local” is Relative (new post): http://t.co/q8ptcA2LV7 http://t.co/ZcajS0RUOo