Smokes: Camel Light Wides. Tunes: "Billy Breath…

Smokes: Camel Light Wides.

Tunes: “Billy Breathes,” Phish. A couple of my favorite songs from this turned up on the setlist at Saturday’s show in the Spectrum, and I’m still in full post-show glow mode.

After the conclusion of Saturday’s Phish show in Philly, The Wife and I made a point of doing one of those touristy things that cities of certain size all seem to offer. In Philadelphia’s case, it was driving to Passyunk and Ninth to get some sloppy cheesesteaks from Geno’s or Pat’s. I’ve read that natives generally write off both places in favor of lesser known steaks, but going to the cheesesteak corner is something that everyone has to do once.

What we learned:

– Geno’s looks prettier. Lots of neon.

– The lines move fairly quickly.

– We apparently move more quickly than most of the other folks who attended the show. By the time we got our steaks, the line, which wound around the block, was full of hungry hippies.

– The folks at Geno’s are pretty impressed with the fact that Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake have eaten there. Among the endless rows of celebrity photos that hang around the place are at least three with the formerly happy couple, and at least one more from a separate visit Timberlake made at some point.

– A lot of the celebrities were people we had never heard of. There also were a ton of professional wrestlers.

– The hot sauce on the counter by the sidewalk is HOT. It nearly brought The Wife to tears, and she’s a hot sauce freak.

– Knowing how to order is important. The locals standing in front of us asked us if we knew of the Seinfeld soup nazi episode. “It’s a lot like that,” one guy said. “They’ll yell.” If you’re having a cheesesteak, you order by cheese type (whiz, provolone, American) and whether you want grilled onions. We both ordered “provolone with.” If you’re local, you say “wit” instead of “with.”

– The sandwiches are VERY good.

– The best part, surprisingly, is the bread, a fresh-baked crusty Italian roll.

Next time we spend a weekend in Philly, we’ll take the time to find one of the places the locals say is best. But the trip to Geno’s after the show was the perfect way to cap a great night.

Sitting in Pittsburgh, waiting for the snow. It’s …

Sitting in Pittsburgh, waiting for the snow. It’s difficult to write a weather story when there’s no weather yet.

This is going to be one of the things I do when I’m not doing something else. You’ll find out a wide variety of things about me, but I’m going to make a couple regular contributions: What I’m smoking, and What’s in my car CD player.

By way of introduction:

I’m 37, and I really should quit smoking. I’m married and we have a cat. I’m a card-carrying member of the liberal media. Musically, I’m a hippie. I love cooking but hate doing the dishes. My sense of outrage isn’t what it used to be. All other sports are things to watch when there’s no football. I like my coffee with cream and sugar. I’m enjoying my subscription to Sports Illustrated. But I’m way behind on my Dick’s Picks and Vault purchases.

And the regular stuff? I’m smoking Camel Lights, mostly because the last gas station I stopped at doesn’t carry Camel Wide Lights. The car CD player has a disc from the live Phish series, the show from Vets in Columbus. I didn’t attend, and I wish I had. I am driving to Philly from my home in Pittsburgh tomorrow to see the Phish show at the Spectrum, and it’s likely that my wife and I will be driving through a pretty serious snowstorm as we go through the mountains on the turnpike tomorrow morning. Welcome to winter.

I’m at work at the moment, and as you might imagine, there ain’t a whole lot going on in the newsroom on the Friday night after Thanksgiving. About three more hours to go…