Philadelphia is the birthplace of America, so any food iconic to Philly immediately becomes a uniquely American food, too. Nothing could be more true of the Philly cheesesteak, a delicious creation of shredded beef and whiz cheese, with some onions, peppers and a bit of ketchup on a long hoagie roll. Just seeing a classic cheesesteak, with meat and cheese coming out of every side and grease everywhere evokes that American image of excess.
But then you add pizza into the mix – what could be more American than pizza? Everyone loves pizza, and everyone knows that everyone loves pizza. But what happens when you put a Philly cheesesteak and a slice of pizza together?? You get a Philly Taco, duh. A mass of cheese and meat and bread at the same time from heaven as it is from hell; it tastes so good but it is oh so bad. I can’t remember when I first heard about this truly evil piece of food, but when I had for the first (and only) time, I was left with the feeling that no meal would ever again satisfy my base desires for disgusting quantities of food. The first few bites were enjoyable, delicious, amazing even, but as time passed my stomach started to rebel as I forced myself to finish it. According to it’s creator, one is supposed to get a cheesesteak from Jim’s on South, and then get a slice from Lorenzo & Sons’, because the slices there are so huge. Dubbed a Philly Taco because it looks like a taco when you roll the steak in the slice, I think this food perfectly represents the excess everywhere in America, and especially in food. I’ve spent enough time abroad to compare food portions to home, and it’s always insane how much bigger everything is in America. A small drink at an American McDonald’s is the same size as a large drink at most European McDonald’s. For those interested or daring enough to try a Philly Taco, here’s the link to the full article: