I Don't Think The Heavy Stuff's Gonna Come Down For Quite a While...

 Driving through Pennsylvania was rough. We had thought Illinois was spendy, but by the time we made it through Pennsylvania we had spent $35.90 in highway tolls! To make matters worse, we received a call from home informing us that we were driving right into the eye of the Tropical Storm Lee. My step-dad in Alaska had been looking at our GPS tracker online and realized that the storm was about to dump buckets upon buckets of water directly on us. We had been listening to a hilarious comedian named Hannibal Buress on our newly discovered Pandora comedy channel, so while we were aware it was raining incredibly hard, we were unaware of just how gnarly it was about to get.

We decided to push on through so as to not lose our home and vehicle in a flash flood that night and arrived in New Jersey just on the border of Philadelphia. We stayed for free at a Walmart that night to counter balance the $31 fee for utilizing PA's rain soaked turnpike. In the morning, we decided to backtrack to Philly for a famous cheesesteak. Logically, we headed straight to Pat's King of Steaks, as rumor had it, owner Pat Olivieri had supposedly created the sandwich back in the 1930's. We had seen this particular cheesesteak stand featured in several Food Network and Travel Channel programs and knew that there was a very particular way to order. Luckily, the instructions for ordering were posted right there on the wall in case you didn't have it memorized. I ordered 2 cheesesteaks, WIT cheese- one WIT provolone and one WIT cheez whiz, both WIT onions. Nervous I stumbled a little, but to my surprise, instead of being ostracized I heard, "Here you go sweetheart, one WIT provolone and one WIT cheez whiz." And just like that, my order was complete. 

Now, we would never tell the family of Pat Olivieri (God rest his soul), but we thought that the cheesesteak was just alright. We both had to slather it in mustard and spicy peppers, and my provolone never really melted because the meat wasn't hot enough. So there, we paid a $5.00 toll to come back to Philly specifically for the best cheesesteak in the world and, in the words of Larry David, eehh. Maybe we should've eaten at rival Geno's....