This cheesesteak. Or that cheesesteak.
My readers know the value of cheesesteak.
If I hear about a place from a reliable source, I’m there.
Same for an unreliable source.
I heard about Shut Up And Eat from a died in the wool South Philly guy who owned property in that neighborhood.
He knew about the Defense Personnel Support Center, DPSC, on Oregon Ave. in South Philly.
Very reliable.
So reliable he named Shut Up And Eat the best in Portland for anyone looking for a cheesesteak strip to Philadelphia without leaving town.
According to the door sign you can’t cry if you want Shut Up And Eat to deliver.
I need something, but didn’t ask.
I want the old view of downtown Philadelphia from the Rocky Steps.
Once upon a time the city didn’t build anything taller than William Penn’s hat.
His hat was atop the statue of Penn on America’s biggest city hall.
The rule created a perfect urban core, very planned and symmetrical.
Not any more.
Turns out no one can do a thing about the current skyline in the City of Brotherly Love.
Boohoo.
So I ordered a cheesesteak just the same. To go. And a beer for the wait.
It was short wait.
Check for call-in orders before ordering a Broad Street Bomber.
Not a cheesesteak fan? No problem.
You’ll find something to shut up and eat at Shut Up And Eat.
What? You’re still here?
Order the full cheesesteak, not the half size. You’ll want that other half later.
Call it tradition.