Welcome to Philadelphia

Recently, we played a string of shows with our friends Autumn Fire and Shattered Envy.  The first show was in Syracuse and the second in Virginia Beach.  It was quite a lengthy drive between the two, so we recruited our buddy Ed Roy to drive while we slept after the show.  Most of us woke up around 8:30 in the morning after the Syracuse show and I asked Ed where we were.  He responded, "Philadelphia."  It seemed like a logical place to stop for a bathroom and food break.  Now if you're looking for food in Philly, you know there is one obvious choice: Philly Cheese-steaks!  Conveniently, there was a sandwich place open right next to where we stopped.  Joey and I began walking across the parking lot and had an interesting conversation.  He claimed I should not ask for a "Philly Cheese-steak" but just a "Cheese-steak."  He said it would be weird to call it a Philly Cheese-steak since we were already in Philly.  It made sense but I still felt a little bothered by not including the word Philly next to Cheese-steak.  When I got up to the counter I asked, "Can I get a Cheese-steak?"  They said yes and began making the Cheese-steak.  I was still wondering if it would've been weird to include the word Philly so I had to inquire.  I asked the cashier, "Is it weird if I ask for a Philly Cheese-steak since I'm already in Philly?"  Puzzled, she looked at me and replied, "You're in Delaware."

-Rob-