Double Tall Iced Mocha, Lite on the Chocolate

3019 Martin Luther King Jr Way S
Seattle, WA 98144 - 6007

It has been almost 8 months since my last commentary on Cheese Steaks in Seattle, so for those of you wanting to catch up, I suggest reviewing the following posts:

Jun. 28th 2004
Since when does a Cheese Steak have lettuce, tomatoes and mayo???

Jul. 11th 2004
The State of Cheese Steak in Seattle

Oct. 20th 2004
Cheese Steak Satellite (hmm a new a take on the DMB song?)

While helping a friend with some construction in his new warehouse space on Saturday I was treated to a Cheese Steak from “Philly’s” (no website found for this one). The order was take out so I did not get a chance to check out the establishment, however I was told it is on the corner of MLK and Rainier in what use to be a Fish and Chips place.

First things first, Philly’s typical “Cheese Steak” comes with steak, cheese, and some onions. As you know defaulting to the lettuce, tomato, mayo is a big no-no. They do have a name for such heathenry, its called the *Deluxe* Cheese Steak.

Deluxe
de·luxe also delux

adj.

Particularly elegant and luxurious; sumptuous: deluxe accommodations; a de luxe automobile.

Well if you ask me lettuce, tomato, and mayo on a Philly cheesesteak is not elegant or luxurious. But I digress.

.
The sandwhich itself was good. I found it to be a little heavy on the salt, very similar to “Philadelphia Cheese Steak” (formerly Philly’s Best). The bread was good, but I don’t think it is the same authentic bread that “Philly Fevre” uses. All in all it was a good Cheese Steak experience, I would consider eating there again. Once again I have to commend my old stand by of Philly Fevre as the best cheese steak in town hands down.

So I have jumped on the CSS,3 column layout bandwagon. In addition I have upgraded Blosxom and Gallery(what I use here) from the crusty bug-ridden versions I have been running for the past two years or so. We shall see if this inspires me to update more frequently.

I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”

-Jack Kerouac

Well if I have Sunday without softball this summer, and can do a Sunday dinner I might make some Pruno!. Just kidding it sounds really gross actually.