Its always sunny in Philadelphia.

After a long week of bridge construction inspection training in King of Prussia PA, just outside Philadelphia, I talked to the most locale inspector in my class on where to get the best "philly cheese-steak." He told me to "go to 'Geno's', they have the world famous cheesesteaks, and order them correctly, tell them you want a 'cheese-wif'." Apparently that meant I got a philly cheese-steak with onions and peppers, but you have to go to a different line to get a coke. I ordered directly from Geno himself by the way.

The one-legged pigeon was eyeing my "cheese-wif" the entire time, and I kindly gave him my cheese-paper.

I thought the signs in the window were particularly interesting, and with which I totally agree. (This is America, when ordering speak english; If you are legal-Welcome, if you are illegal-leave)

After talking to Z about it, she informed me that this cheese-steak owner/operator, "Geno", had made national news concerning those signs. He is currently getting sued for racism/prejudice by a local member of the community. I hope the best for my new friend Geno and can testify that the only people I saw around the area were thug-like homeless people and minorities selling crack next to the playground. Unfortunately I shyed away into my rental car, rather than risk taking their picture ;)