Two dear Lawrence friends recently moved to Philadelphia – which means I can now add Joel and Jocelyn to the mental loop of “Philly stuff” in my head. That particular slideshow includes the obvious – the Liberty Bell, cheese steaks, Rocky chasing a chicken – and more obscure bits, like how I first heard the word “orgasmic,” uttered right on Broad Street.
Hold on – my mom will need a moment after spitting out her tea.
Um…yes. I was on a high school trip, and we were all hopped up on city freedom. We ran around buying mini-cheesecakes on the street – creamy little chocolate chip cups – and every 14-year old I knew called them “orgasmic.”
“These are or-GAZ-mic!”
“This cheesecake is totally orgasmic.”
“Oh my god it is the most orgasmic EVER.”
I said it too. I popped cheesecakes and hot pretzels and swore they were orgasmic. But I’d bet on a stack of graham cracker crusts – I’d touch the crack in the bell and swear to god – that not one of us had any idea what it meant. The counselors made us cut the talk. Oh well, I thought, I‘m away from home, and gee this cheesecake is good. Tra la la!
Ahem. Back to my friends – the new Philadelphians. They’re quite capable of finding their own tasty treats, but today I’m posting a sort of food-finding PSA: where to eat, what to eat, how to eat in Philadelphia?
So, let’s hear it, Philly: where’s the best coffee, the best blintz, the best seafood, and – no fisticuffs now – the best cheese steak? Give these crazy kids some advice – and for their sake, I hope every bite is orgasmic.