I ate a "cheesesteak" in the Philadelphia airport. The next actual meal I ordered, unless you count the airplane slop, was roasted bone marrow and garlic croutons, and an endive salad with blue cheese, golden raisins, and toasted pine nuts. Needless to say the "cheesesteak" was head and shoulders above the classical French offerings I had for lunch in a street side cafe in Brussels...oh, no it wasn't!
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