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"You can love a Philly cheesesteak. You can’t love someone whose opening line on Tinder was calling you “bang tidy”. Your friend needs to be reminded of that. Fitzrovia’s Passyunk Avenue is loud and busy, perfect for when you need to go incognito as you cry/carb-load. The Philly cheesesteaks are stuffed to the brim—like the metaphorical baggage your friend’s ex was carrying, and the literal baggage they packed last night—and oozing with cheese, also not unlike the ex. It’s the kind of place where doughy, cheesy tears go unnoticed and shots of bourbon at 12pm are actively encouraged." - rianne shlebak, sinead cranna