MY TRAVELS: Feelin’ Philly’s Philly Cheesesteak!

Like the title!? Try saying that 3 times in a row, lol!  In 2015, I took a trip to the East Coast, Maryland, to be exact.  If you’ve ever been to Maryland or that area of the East Coast, then you know all about The DMV… for those who don’t know– no, it’s not the license bureau, it’s D.C, Maryland, and Virginia.


I went to visit my brother-from-another-mother, fellow writer, and WP blogger, K.G Bethlehem, who lives on the Maryland/Virginia borderline.  During my visit, we took a road trip to Philly.  FYI, my first choice was New York, but apparently too many toll booths stood between us, so Philly it was.

The drive was only a few hours or so with some pretty nice scenery.  The first trademark that came into view as we rolled down The Delaware Expressway, was Lincoln Financial Field, otherwise known as home of the Philadelphia Eagles.  K.G., whose a major Eagles fan, naturally went ecstatic… that was a sight to see–and hear!  Just a few moments after we passed Lincoln Financial Field, the NBA’s, Wells Fargo Center, where the Philadelphia 76ers plays, fell into our line of sight.

Our first stop was the place where The Declaration of Independence and The U.S. Constitution were both signed, historic Independence Hall, located on Chestnut Street, just between 5th and 6th Streets.  As if the beaming sun that made sweat beads on my forehead look like raindrops wasn’t enough; the restrooms in the park across the street, would not go un-noticed… if you know what I mean–they were loud.  But it was still good to see such an iconic piece of history right before your own eyes.  Also located across the street in a quaint museum, was the equally iconic, Liberty Bell.

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The next stop on our brief, impromptu, but much-wanted trip to the City of Brotherly Love, was to visit the famous, Philadelphia Museum of Art, to visit the iconic “Rocky” statue.   This turned out to be quite an adventure for K.G and myself; a little more than we actually cared for.  Word of advice… Plan your trip to visit this tourist attraction in advance… DO NOT do it at the spur-of-the-moment!  After getting lost in Philly for quite a while, the Museum of Art was finally in view, but construction crews had streets leading to the front of the facility blocked off.


Determined to see “Rocky,” we were forced to park a number of blocks away and take a trying hike to the museum.  During our unwanted and unexpected hike, we found out from other tourists that no only was the museum closed, but the streets were blocked off because the construction crews were tearing down the stage Beyonce had performed on the night before.  Alas, we reached the museum, and take another uphill around the rear of the facility to the front atop the stairs where the Rocky statue stands… only the statue was not there!  What we did find at the top of the stairs where the statue once stood was an impression of “Rocky Balboa’s” footprints… yeah, it was truly a WTF!? moment!  I know what you’re thinking… “So where was the damn statue?” Yeah, same thing we were thinking and asking each other also.  Eventually, we found the statue at the base of the stairs and the facility itself, which again, was blocked off by construction crews.  We did manage to get a glimpse of the statue from behind… look close at the picture and you’ll see the raised arms and the back of Rocky’s head!  I did say it was an adventure, right?

After the “Rocky” fiasco, we had had enough of Philly, and was just about ready to hit the road again and head back to Maryland, but we could not leave Philly without doing one thing– eating an authentic Philly Cheesesteak sandwich!  Naturally, our first thought was Geno’s Steaks, which is perhaps the most famous spot in all of Philly to grab a true Philly Cheesesteak.  Apparently, its too popular and famous, because when I say, “the line was around the corner,” it was literally around the corner… and up the block!  K.G and myself quickly re-routed, primarily because our lack of patience, and increasing hunger pushed us elsewhere.  Eventually, we found ourselves at the doorstep of The Boyler Room on South Str., and got served up rather nicely!





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