Jims

Someone said this was Philadelphia’s version of when Notre Dame cathedral burned down.

It kind of feels like it.

Philadelphia. Home of the cheese steak. Ask any local… A cheese steak in any other town is not to be trusted. The pop culture kings of the town are Pat’s and Gino’s, but anyone who knows, knows that those are just a tourist attraction. Jim’s is the true mecca of the Philly steak (honorable mention to Dalessandro’s, Mamas and John’s roast pork)

Besides the obvious connection to my name…. if I had a visitor in town that wanted to try a Philly cheese steak I took them to 4th and south every time. My wife and I spent Valentines Day there once. When my band played at Dobbs it was an automatic visit.

I took my boys to an Eagles training camp a few years ago and tried to get in but the line was around the block.

Honestly I can close my eyes and taste it now. That delicious “Wiz Wit.” Actually I go with american wit… but wiz wit just rolls off the tongue.

Rise again soon old friend. I’ll be the first in line… with my sons in tow.