Last night Bossy and her family went to the cheesy Philadelphia institution, Pat’s Steaks. The Bossy family schooled Bossy’s son’s delightful girlfriend in the protocol of placing an order, along the lines of extra whiz wit (extra cheese whiz, fried onions.)
The best part was the guy taking the orders, who got on Bossy’s daughter’s case for ordering a cheesesteak with provolone. He offered to make her a cheesesteak she could return if she wasn’t 100% satisfied. He managed to talk one of the least adventurous eaters in the world into a gooey cheese whiz steak, and Bossy is thinking about marrying him.
Philly says
August 21, 2009 at 8:45 amIt’s a science trying to order a steak from SPhilly. I personally prefer Tony Luke’s. I usually practice what to say while waiting in line, only to be corrected when I order.
MariaV says
August 21, 2009 at 8:59 amMmmm, Cheesesteak!
Bossy’s daughter is brave for trying to order it with provolone.
Hokie Deb says
August 21, 2009 at 9:15 am–>So you’re a Pat’s fan and not Gino’s. I was also schooled in how to order or I would have been left empty-handed.
Chez Wit!
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BossysMom says
August 21, 2009 at 9:23 amDon’t we just love it…..nothing like a dose of humanity with cheesesteak on the side….
The protocol here is similar to a crap table…you”d better be savay!
dgm says
August 21, 2009 at 9:23 amSo I guess cheesesteak with feta is out of the question?
JennC says
August 21, 2009 at 9:32 amoh, yum, Pat’s. Beats the shredded mini wheats I just had for breakfast any day.
p.j. says
August 21, 2009 at 9:40 amAh, Pat’s. p.j.’s brother taught her how to order when he was at Temple, and she and roomies visited/crashed in his room on the way to D.C. for an anti-war demonstration in 1971. You were a babe then, right?
The shtuff we did.
Have a great weekend, p.j.
dexter says
August 21, 2009 at 9:55 amOh man that sounds so good. I havent had one in at least 5 years. When will Bossy take me on a road trip?
corrie says
August 21, 2009 at 9:55 amHe sure does look like a charmer! Did she love it?
pam says
August 21, 2009 at 9:57 amThe order guy looks like one of the soldiers from The Unit. Yummy.
anne marie in philly says
August 21, 2009 at 11:28 amfunny, but spouse and I had pizza steaks at out local neighborhood haunt last night. provolone on both, fried onions on his. I will NEVER eat a steak wit da whiz!
and thank you for NOT going to geno’s!
Acher says
August 21, 2009 at 11:56 amIts like trying to get ketchup on your hot dog in Chicago. Ain’t gonna happen.
David says
August 21, 2009 at 12:27 pmI was there once. I watched as my friends ordered. Then I got a salad somewhere else.
Reeb says
August 21, 2009 at 12:42 pmI dunno about marrying him, Bossy. The Bossy-Order-Guy offspring might be funny looking. Just have an affair when you’re in Philly.
and I want one of those cheesesteaks but now will be totally intimidated about ordering. Not that I’ll be anywhere near Philadelphia anytime soon. I’ll just get a head start on worrying. And being hungry.
NaysWay says
August 21, 2009 at 1:04 pmI’m so jealous. I need that cheesesteak in my life.
Ms. Cranky Pants says
August 21, 2009 at 1:10 pmSorry, did you say something Bossy? After I saw Bossy’s Son, all I heard was wahwahwahwah…
The Zadge says
August 21, 2009 at 6:06 pmBoy, Bossy sure has spawned some handsome stuff!
Pamela says
August 21, 2009 at 9:57 pmWhen I was down in your neck o’ the Americas, The Well-Read Hostess and The World’s Greatest Husband took me to Pat’s. And then we went to Geno’s.
What?!?! It was a highly scientific, very well-documented experience. And I have the blackmail photos to prove it.
Melanie @ Mel, A Dramatic Mommy says
August 21, 2009 at 10:50 pmWill Bossy de-friend me if I admit to never having eaten a cheesesteak before?
kelly says
August 22, 2009 at 11:32 amyay i love bossy more now because she goes to pat’s not gino’s!
kate says
August 23, 2009 at 9:02 pmif that guy in the last photo is your betrothed?
then, um. maybe no.
MLB says
August 24, 2009 at 10:15 amSo happy you are Pat’s not Geno’s. Cause then I would have to stop reading.