What you see here, friends, is the most splendiferous Philly Cheesesteak it has ever been my honor to push down my hillbilly gullet. And it didn't come from Philly; it came from - of all places - Pinellas Park, Florida.
How is that possible? I don't even know. I don't ask questions. I just call in my order to The Pizza Joint and pick it up.
Their lasagna is flawless, their pizza is top-notch, their manicotti magnificent - but it's the cheesesteak sammitch that keeps me coming back to Pinellas Park, again and again and again. I won't always be stationed in Florida, and when the day comes that I'm somewhere far, far away, I will look back in hunger and think fond thoughts of these amazing globs of bread and cheese and meat surely from the very hand of the almighty.
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