We're on our way home from a weekend in. I'm listening to the gentleman behind me talk all too loudly about his 21 year old daughter starting a fist fight in a bar in Longview.
With a guy.
Obviously, we're on the Texas leg of our flight. Yeehaw.
My mind is swimming with all that we learned this weekend. CCEF is an incredible resource in biblical counseling for anyone dealing with broken people and broken families - or broken people and families dealing with each other - so it pretty much makes a great resource for all of us.
Trey and I were able to sneak away for a couple of hours Saturday afternoon in a attempt to put to rest, once and for all, a great debate that has plagued Philadelphia for over 40 years.
Pat's or Geno's.
Philly cheesesteaks people. They make the world go round.
There has been a fairly well-known rivalry brewing in Philadelphia between these two cheese steak shops. They're right across the street from each other so it's like Archie Bunker and Michael Stivic in 'All in the Family' only without all the hugging.
I totally lost you on that reference, didn't I? I know. Sorry.
Trey and I were determined to try both and have our own little cheesesteak taste-off. We're CRAZY fun like that. CRAZY FUN.
We divided and conquered by standing in our respective lines that wrapped around the building. Trey at Geno's...
...me at Pat's.
I was thankful for the line because it took me that long to practice how to order. "Whiz pepper-steak, wit." That meant I wanted a cheese steak with cheese-whiz (not even close to a food but lining the windows in giant cans), and grilled peppers and onions. Basically, all my 5:30am workouts were about to be negated in one meal.
I felt ready. More ready than I've ever been. Until I got to the window and started laughing. The guy taking my order thought I was neither funny or cute and almost sent me to the back of the line, just like the sign promises.
Trey went to Geno's. Geno's is obviously the new guy in town; cleaner-looking and the people weren't as rude. No doubt that it was because he ordered correctly and with a perfectly straight face.
We sat outside as pigeons flew overhead and listened to several people drop the "f-bomb" like it was the word "the". We ate to our hearts content. Maybe not to our cardiologists' content but our hearts seemed pretty happy.
We were unanimous in our decision.
We loved the flavor, the bread, and the seemingly reduced likelihood of being verbally assaulted.
Geno's, you have captured our greatest cheese steak affection. We didn't actually know we had cheese steak affection that had gone untapped but, apparently, we did. We ate three.
And Philly, although we saw little of you, thank you for rocking our world with your sandwich. And thank you, Lord, for time away with Trey to be washed in your Word, refreshed and renewed.