This is the fourth and final installment of my Philadelphia miniseries, and what could be more Philadelphia than a post on Philly cheesesteaks? Seeing how I had never been to Philly, I obviously had never eaten a real Philly cheesesteak. I have had some that claimed to be Philly-style cheesesteak, but after having a true experience, I know I was deceived.
This was our final stop before heading back to DC. We spent the rest of the day after brunch at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. It was a hike to get to, but it was totally worth it.
I had put this on the list of things I wanted to do, but I didn’t realize the significance of this museum. Aside from holding gorgeous art, this museum is considered a must-see for tourists. You can see a beautiful view of the city atop the museum steps.
Speaking of steps, I didn’t realize until I saw a bunch of people running up the steps that these were the steps that Rocky runs up in the movie. It is apparently a popular place to take photos.
We did go into the museum, viewing the better part of the first floor. I was in awe of the paintings. I enjoyed it even more than I thought it would. I am not someone who fully appreciates or understands visual art, but that has been improving as I get older. I found a great deal of beauty in the detail of these paintings. Though I was exhausted at that point of the weekend, I think it was exactly what I needed.
After the museum, we decided to get some food before hitting the road. Of course that meant we needed to get cheesesteak. It was the one other thing I requested we do. Would it have even been a real trip to Philly had we not gotten cheesesteak?
Andrew directed us to Jim’s Steaks on South Street. You know it is a good cheesesteak place when there is a line around the block at 4:30. The line did move fairly quickly. I was just so worn out. All I wanted to do was to eat a cheesesteak and then fall asleep in the car.
The Philly cheesesteak was different than I imagined, certainly different than versions of it I have seen outside Philly. When I have seen “Philly cheesesteak,” it normally has provolone, thinly sliced caramelized onions, and green bell peppers. So, provolone is actually an option, but the clearly more standard way to eat a cheesesteak in Philly is with cheez whiz.
The cheesesteaks do also come with onions, but not these thinly sliced, soft caramelized onions I have seen in the past. These onions were roughly chopped in thick chunks, giving the sandwich texture. The onions were definitely cooked but still had a nice crunch to them.
The steak was delicious, sliced to perfection. It was just what I imagined a good cheesesteak to be, especially with the whiz, which was the most surprising part. When I think of cheez whiz, I think of that gross processed cheese you squirt out of a can, but I didn’t realize it was sold in other forms. This melted whiz is like liquid gold that you enjoy while your eating it until it destroys your stomach from all the processed junk in it. It was well-worth the resultant pain.
I now can no longer say that I’ve never had a Philly cheesesteak. It was the perfect end to our trip. All the steak and cheesy goodness filled my stomach and prevented us from having three hangry people in the car on the drive back to DC.