No trip to Philadelphia would be complete without indulging in the city’s namesake sandwich.
On the left: Classically delivered “with provolone and onions” (I just couldn’t bring myself to opt for Cheez Whiz…) at Jim’s Steaks on South St. with a Birch Beer (which I was mildly surprised to learn contains HFCS?).
On the right: Interpreted as Asian fusion tapas at Sampan on a fried bao bun with shallot and Sriracha.
Old school? New skool? What’s your jive? Do tell.