Heaven in South Philly- On the Road

2 06 2010

The work agenda this week brought me to the grungy city of Philadelphia.  It is very similar to the incredible show It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.  I decided it was time to step up to the plate and play the south philly challenge “Geno’s Steaks VS. Pat’s King of Steaks to experience the  two proclaimed “Best Philadelphia Cheesesteaks in the World”  Both walk-up style eateries have been featured on several Food Network segments and have frequent television and political visitors.   Even on a Wednesday afternoon both locations were slammed.  So instead of doing extensive internet research (as I normally do before consuming any valuable meal) I decided to ask a local.  Unfortunately the local told me to “Get Lost”.   The line was longer at Pat’s King of Steaks (make sure to check-out the links below) so I decided to give it a whirl.  It is hard to describe my current emotions for the cheesesteak I consumed today.  I am sure the picture of my order- LARGE PHILLY, EXTRA WHIZ, ONIONS, MUSHROOMS, AND PEPPERS will make your imagination run wild.   I could have been a pussy but what the hell I’m only in philly once every other month.   Here is the breakdown of the experience;

-Amazing from the first bite.  I was hesistant about the cheez whiz (mainly because of the word whiz which reminded me of the can of cheese we all knew and loved in 6th-15th grade).  But it felt right, and it was.  The steak was slightly peppered, and juicy.  All the additives only increased the amazingness.  Overall the staff was very aggressive and yelled at me because I didn’t know it was CASH ONLY and “lonny ya gonna have to put this one on the side he didn’t know about the cash!”  At which point “Lonny” yelled some sort of garbage about me.  No big deal it all adds to the experience.  Classic Northeastern behavior.  They only served pepsi products which was a pretty big party foul but I didn’t go for soda.   Seating was outdoor and I waited about 5-7 minutes for a table to open up.  It wouldn’t have bothered me except a homeless guy was sleeping on one of the tables while I held that mammoth sandwich standing in the sunlight.

All and all great trip to Downtown Philadelphia to experience a legendary deal.  Next time around I will more than likely give Geno’s a try to announce the winner.

Price: $10-15.00

BE SURE TO CHECK-OUT further reading on Pat’s King of Steaks and check-out some famous diners.



Top 5 Manliest Sports

14 05 2010

We all love sports.  Some love basketball.  Some love baseball.  Let’s face it, these are sissy sports.  Yes, hitting a baseball is the hardest thing to do in sports.  Yes, finesse in basketball is unrivaled, but we want blood.  We want dirty, nasty, hair on your chest sports.  Here are my Top 5 Manliest Sports:

5. Competitive Eating

Nothing captures the spirit and tugs on the heartstrings of men across America quite like competitive eating.  It is like Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter dinners all rolled into one.  These guys actually condition their stomachs to be able to eat like this.  What a job.

4. Bull Riding

Bull riders are tough.  Real tough.  Only horse racing allows the participant to ride an animal, but c’mon, those are horses.  Bulls are unpredictable wild animals.  They have their nuts tied up with a 180 pound human on their back.  Talk about pissing them off.  Welp, let’s hop on and go for a ride!

3.  MMA

UFC is HUGE.  It has blown up faster that any sport in the past decade.  And for good reasons.  Put two guys in a cage and watch them duke it out until one is left standing.  It is the closest we can get to the gladiators.  The only thing that could make MMA better is to throw a lion in the mix like in the Coliseum days.

2. Rugby

Contact sports without pads.  Sounds like a great idea.  These guys are crazy.  No, I’m serious.  They have to have a screw loose somewhere to play Rugby.  It is unfortunate that this tough guy sport has not caught on in the United States.   But give it time.  All these guys drooling over football would have an orgasm if they just sat down and watched a full rugby match.

1. Hockey

WARNING: THIS VIDEO IS GRAPHIC.  Now that I’ve got that out of the way, if this can happen in a sport, it is a manly one.  Clint Malarchuk, the goalie injured in the video, returned to practice just four days after having his interior carotid artery severed.  He was playing in goal a week after that.  Now, that’s a hockey player for you.  This would have been a career ending injury for just about every other sport. Just because I grew up watching a playing hockey does not make me biased, alright maybe a little bit, but I firmly believe that hockey is the manliest sport around.  Put a hockey team on the football field and I’d bet they could form some resemblance of a football game.  Put a football team on an ice rink , and well, you get the point.  Players carry around weapons with sharp blades attached to their feet.  The only other sport in which fighting is not only legal, but promoted, is boxing.  Not to mention the traditions of not washing lucky underwear and playoff beards.  Hockey is all that is man.

Sources: http://www.youtube.com, http://www.wikipedia.org

Top 10 Things I Hate About Work

12 05 2010

Let me set this up…

I can probably think of a million things I hate about work and I’m sure you could, too.  If you’re one of those people who actually claim to “enjoy” their job, then you are one of three things…

1) Delusional 2) Complete Loser OR 3) Filthy Rich

Anyways, I’ll be doing this Top 10 one post at a time…and as fast and slow as things piss me off at work…and in no specific order of hatred…and here we go!

#1 – The Communal Refrigerator

Insulated lunch bags make you look like a fairy.

At first thought, the idea of a communal refrigerator sounds glorious.  You might think, “Finally, a place where I can store my lunch and rest assured that it will be just like my fridge at home!”

Wrong, wrong, wrong.  It only takes one shithead to ruin the fridge for evvvvveryone else.

Allow me to elaborate…I actually woke up early to make my own lunch (and this is rare).  I make a turkey sandwich with the good bread (and you know what I mean by good bread).  I even took the time to throw some lettuce and pickles on the damn thing.  I brown bag it and throw it the communal fridge.  I swear, it and this never fails, that everyday of the week some jackass has to get their TUNA fix.  You know who you are…and you should be ashamed of yourself.  There should be a bylaw that thou stanky tuna shall never be allowed to enter thy communal fridge.  To get to my point, my turkey sandwich that has been in the chill box since early morning has actually been marinating in gagging aroma of putrid fish.  Have you ever eaten a turkey sandwich that tastes like tuna?  It’s miserable, disappointing, and ultimately nauseating.

Other Communal Refrigerator Pitfalls:

  • “Don’t you dare put your lunch box ON TOP of my brown bag lunch, Janice.”
  • Swiping my snacks makes me want to sneak-attack you…you don’t want that, trust me.
  • Just because I have a whole gallon of milk in the fridge DOESN’T mean you can use a splash for your coffee creamer.
  • “Good God, Clarence, is that your leftover Chili’s from last week that’s growing mold?”
  • I don’t care how much you like banana peppers.  Do NOT buy your economy sized jar and expect people to be cool with it taking up half the fridge.
  • If you do want to write your name on your lunch, please add an additional and humorous threatening remark as well…or a joke…or a slam on another coworker that eats out everyday.
  • If you spill something, clean it up or I’m using your sweater to do it…I’ve seen me do it before.

Introduction- Stories from the Road

12 05 2010

Good Evening and welcome back to Tennessee Before Daylight.

Due to times changing I will now be bringing you new “Stories from the Road” My previous writer names have been; The Management Trainee, Recent College Grad, and the Tennessean.  Several things have changed and I can no longer provide you with great stories and experiences related to those titles.  However I am now bringing you stories from the road (primarily the Northeastern segment of the US), which I work for my job.  This will include stories from Boston, DC, Philadelphia, NYC, Baltimore, and occasionally a story from some small town in Maine.  The stories will be a combination of reviews from restaurants, comical highway signs, and all other experiences in between.  Either way I grew up in Tennessee and now have to deal with yankees all the time and we all know how ridiculous and terrible they are.  I hope I don’t turn into one.  In the meantime enjoy the stories and be sure to check out the listed places when you find yourself visiting.

So far one major party plus: All the bars in New England have containers with Cheez-its for snacking.  Huge play