John and I both grew up a short drive away from Philadelphia—John just across the Delaware in New Jersey, and I on the PA side of the same river, about 40 minutes north. So naturally, like many other Philly identifiers, we have opinions about cheese steaks. Whiz wit? (John’s a Cheez Whiz guy, but I’ve always gone with a mix of sliced American and provolone.) Fried onions and peppers? (YES.) Mushrooms? (Yes for me, no for John.) Ketchup? (Obviously.) Mayo? (Never.)
And since I just can’t seem to find interest in the hubbub over this weekend’s Eagles playoff game—despite lots of very serious cram sessions—I decided to channel my Philly pride and create a pizzafied version of the classic cheese steak sandwich instead. Now that’s something I can get excited about!