Eat Right

There’s a little hole in the wall, just up the street from the old VodkaCondo, where you can get a real Philly Cheesesteak right here in Colorado Springs.

The Travellis have four “Taste of Philly” locations. Now, it’s been 20 years since I last had a real Philly cheesesteak in Philadelphia, but what I get there is as good as I remember from back then — and childhood memories all almost always better than the real thing.

A loaf of bread sliced not-quite in half, stuffed with grilled strips of steak and onion, covered in American cheese. Roll your sleeves up past your elbows before you dig in, and grab three extra napkins. Two for your face and one for each arm.

A bag of Lay’s chips and a large Coke completes the meal. My version of a diet is ordering the 12-inch sandwich, and saving the second six inches for dinner.

No pickles, no lettuce, no tomato — and certainly no Swiss cheese, Mr. Kerry.