Its now been about two weeks since I first tried what most Philadelphians call "cart food". This type of food includes hot dogs, bagel egg and cheese sandwiches, cheesesteaks and of course just good old soft pretzels.
My venture into cart food was not a timid one--- hungry, and with just a few dollars to speak, and even less time to chow, I ran across market street to khan's cart. Why khan's you ask? Well, the honest answer is because there was no line, which in retrospect I realize raises my questions about my level of common sense.
I quickly glanced at the menu, then got on my tippy toes, and looked up at Khan " umm, can I have a chicken cheesesteak with?" I said. And in his thick eastern accent he repeated my order. I watched his hands intently. I looked at the "grill" and watched him chop up the chicken into tiny little pieces, then add the onion...to my surprise, my anticipation grew.
After paying 3.75 cents for my lunch, I ran back across Market street and found a lounge where I could park myself. Honestly I didn't know if I wanted to be watched eating what I had always looked at as a hygienic monstrosity. So I found a little nook, unwrapped my lunch, tearing the layers of paper, piece by piece, as quietly as possible.
I then bravely took my very first bite of cart food. And it was pretty tasty if I may say. The cheese had melted into the chicken and the onions gave it just a bit of sweetness. My next thought was "maybe ignorance is bliss?"
So like I said, its been a couple of weeks since that first bite, and I must confess, that first bite has led to many more. Since then I have eaten about 3 other chicken cheesesteaks with... and have yet to develp any sort of side effect, except maybe a pound here or there and some extra dollars in my wallet which have gone toward satisfying my starbucks/redbull addiction, but thats another story!
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