Geno's Steaks

I took a trip up to Philadelphia with my kids. Of course, we felt we must get a Philly Cheesesteak to make our experience authentic. I read about the Italian Market district in South Philly and decided that this must be the place for the most delicious food.

Perhaps I did insufficient research. It may be that I don't have a true appreciation for an authentic Philly Cheesesteak.

We found a parking space on the narrow 9th Street on what must have been trash day. There were many little hole-in-the-wall places to eat, which, looking back on it, might have been a better choice. We were drawn like moths to a flame to the brightest and the biggest place, Geno's.

Now, I hate to speak poorly of any place – especially one that is apparently such a favorite of the local boys in blue. The service was quick and friendly. It was by far the cleanest looking place around, if you don't mind the pigeons. You simply ordered at a window and took a seat outside. No indoor seating available, so I'm glad the weather was pleasant. You ordered your sandwich at one window and your drinks and fries at another. Here was the menu: Cheese steak sub with your choice of three cheeses or you could have a roast pork sub. For a side dish you could get fries or cheese fries.

It's probably because I'm not from Philly. I was hoping for something greasier. I like mine with mayo, which was not offered as a condiment. I thought it needed salt, which I didn't see out. I also thought they came with peppers, which were on the condiment sideboard, but not sautéed with the onions. The bread was delicious. The steak was fine. It was fine. It just wasn't what I had hoped for.

The owner was inside. He seemed happy and friendly. He seems to love his job. Perhaps this is what Philly Cheesesteaks are supposed to taste like. The place was plastered with pictures of famous patrons, so probably most people love this place. It seems fun. Maybe I should have chosen the cheese wiz instead of the provolone.