About seven years ago, I spent a month in Pennsylvania. Despite being there for so long, and despite there being a food place just across the road from where I lived, I never had a Philly cheese steak. I had alligator and scrapple and lots of other things, but never a cheese steak. To this day, I’ve regretted this.
No longer. Me and the boyfriend hit up Gnarly Burger in Stockholm today and I had probably the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my life. Finally, I can die happy.