- R:are you driving?
- Me:Nope. I’m sitting in my car eating a Philly cheesesteak.
- R:and…?
- Me:I don’t know… I’m so disappointed, I think I built Geno’s up too much in my mind – it wasn’t anything like what I remembered.
- R:wait! Why are you eating Geno’s?! I thought we both like Pat’s.
- Me:Oh my god, is that why this sandwich isn’t good. Crap, I came all the way here and am eating the wrong one.
- R:throw it out!
- Me:Seriously?
- R:you went out of your way to go to Philadelphia and you aren’t happy with your sandwich.
- Me:(staring at an almost empty sandwich wrapper) hmm… Ok, I gotta go figure it out.
- 15 minutes later, Pat’s Cheesesteak in hand
- Me:Oh my god, you’re right. THIS is the cheesesteak of my dreams.
- R:told ya!
- Meanwhile, my one cheesesteak was going to be my one guilty food pleasure of the weekend. And now I’ve had (almost) 2 of them. Crap.
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