Pat’s And Geno’s, Parsed. Finally.
While the rest of you were gathering ’round the family hearth with cups of hot cocoa and singing tunes about JC, we were trolling Rants & Raves like we usually do, and came across something near and dear to our hearts: A string of posts regarding Pat’s and Geno’s, the generally agreed upon Abdul and Cleopatra of Philly’s sundry cheesesteak empires. For the record, we here at Philebrity are staunchly Geno’s people. Yes, we think their Daniel Faulkner fetish and insistence on still serving “freedom fries” means that we’d probably never be able to hold a serious conversation with them, but you know what? We love Claire Forlani, too, and we’re not expecting a serious conversation out of her, either. This is what is called unconditional love, and it is a beautiful thing. Anyway, in the midst of the usual R&R slander and homophobia (this crew are overcompensators extraordinaire) comes a beautiful ray of light once and for all regarding the differences between tit and tat. Like we say, this is Rants & Raves, so take it with a couple of cherry pepper-sized grains of salt, but still. It’s something worth thinking on.
Rants & Raves: Desperate Steakwives
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