"If you have a pulse, you've heard of Pat’s. The East Passyunk spot upgraded from hotdogs in 1930 when they accidentally invented the cheesesteak (or so they say). Tourists have been lining up for a low-tier but permissible-when-drunk cheesesteak ever since. The menu is straightforward: a $15-and-under multiverse spanning from classic and pepperoni pizza cheesesteaks to hot dogs and roast porks. It’s not a place you go willingly—or without being forced by your out-of-town cousin who watched Rocky once—but there are worse meat-on-bun options in the city (though not many)." - Candis R. McLean
Hannah Albertine
