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Grandpa's final wish granted: Bury me with Pat's cheesesteaks
(Thanks to Al Barkafski, The Perts and Le Petomane)
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Grandpa's final wish granted: Bury me with Pat's cheesesteaks
(Thanks to Al Barkafski, The Perts and Le Petomane)
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I’d risk the onion haunting. You only live once.
Posted by: Not Not My Usual Alias | November 18, 2017 at 02:20 PM
“He said I couldn’t put them in the casket before the viewing because people would take them,” John said.
There is low, and then there’s this (i.e., don’t mean putting the food in, but taking it out.)
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | November 18, 2017 at 02:27 PM
He just had a little gas and could have been resuscitated and survived six or seven more cheesesteaks, eleven quarts of butter brickle ice cream, half pound of bacon to the 7th power, a dozen jelly bean cupcakes or so, a quarter pounder, a three pounder and a trip to crispy Kreme - his usual.
Posted by: manual tomato | November 18, 2017 at 02:36 PM
For the record, the deceased placed his order (in advance) for a Pat’s wiz without. That is an order for one Pat's cheese steak made with cheese whiz, no onions.
Posted by: Marc | November 18, 2017 at 03:34 PM
Would you like fries with that, sir?
Posted by: St..Peter | November 18, 2017 at 03:41 PM
I'm with NMUA - definitely onions.
Now this guy was a true Philly Fanatic.
RIP
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | November 18, 2017 at 04:09 PM
I used to find myself in 'the city of brotherly love' twice a year on business. I grew to love the Philly Cheesesteaks from Jim's on South Street. If you want to start a fight in Philly say you prefer X' to Y's...blood will flow :)
Posted by: GA-Oz Hybrid | November 18, 2017 at 05:19 PM
Here in New Mexico some people choose to be buried covered with two sacks of extra-hot green chile peppers.
It's supposed to be cheaper than embalming.
Posted by: Le Petomane | November 18, 2017 at 05:33 PM
I've eaten at Pat's. It was worth the detour into the city. We still talk about the experience. I can see how someone would get attached to them. They are really good.
I had onions and cheese whiz on mine. Ketchup and little mustard. No hot sauce, though. I'm not a fan of hot sauce.
Yum.
Posted by: C. Robbin | November 19, 2017 at 07:14 AM
I’m from Philadelphia, so I’ll start that “X vs. Y” fight: Geno’s cheesesteaks are better, even if you do have to order in English. GO IGGLES!
Posted by: Dr. Pangloss | November 19, 2017 at 09:31 AM
He also requested his cremation medium rare...
(Credit my BW, Mrs. Death Row Doc, for that one liner...)
Posted by: Death Row Doc | November 19, 2017 at 10:55 AM
buried wit two of his cheesesteaks
That's not a flub...it's Philadelphian. ("Fluffyan")
Posted by: Chuck | November 19, 2017 at 11:34 AM
What, no ghost peppers ?
Posted by: Mike | November 19, 2017 at 01:38 PM
What a gas!?! Cheesesteaks to open up the pearly gates?
Heck, yeah! And stand back!
Posted by: funny man | November 19, 2017 at 03:56 PM