"If you’ve heard of Pat’s, you’ve heard of Geno’s. The neon-lit cheesesteak house opened in 1966 in the Italian Market, just down the street from its older rival. What have they been fake-battling about for the last several decades, you ask? Who can draw the most tourists and serve them leathery steak on soggy yet near-stale bread. To every local’s shock and confusion, both shops continue to pull this off miraculously well. Geno’s is known for its history of racism, bright orange whiz, and admittedly delicious french fries, but we can’t think of any occasion to head there that doesn’t involve a need for sustenance after a night of tequila and bad decisions." - Candis R. McLean
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