Grieve: Philadelphia

I loved living in Philadelphia. The big city, the arts, the improv scene, the shopping (KING OF PRUSSIA MALL!)the proximity to NYC and DC, the city people, and of course, the cheesesteak!


Since living in Philadelphia, I have yet to have a Philly cheesesteak anywhere else. I actually get offended when I see it on menus out here in Oklahoma. I refuse to eat any cheesesteak not made by Philly hands.

I praise the cheesesteak, the fried onion covered joy. The bread with its crunchy outside and it's gooey cheesy soft center. The meat, oh yes, a huge mound of thinly sliced beef grilled and dripping with grease, overflowing. Made by some bulky guy in a white tee who has no patience for someone who can't order "steak wit wiz." Don't you dare say provolone! It's wiz, cheese wiz. Oh, I miss my steaks.

My favorites were

Steaks on South


and

Jim's


We were active in the improv scene in Philadelphia, making 'em laugh at the PHIT and in Olde Town (sold out shows) with the N Crowd. The people up there are great, and they're with the groups at festivals that people love to see. We had a fabulous time as a part of these teams. The very sweet Matt Nelson wrote this piece about us moving away from Philadelphia.

While I may not live in Philadelphia again, Bryan and I were invited to perform at the annual Duofest in Philadelphia run by our friends. I am so excited to be back in Philly! To perform, to see friends and to eat my cheesesteak!