Surely all you carnivores out there who have stood on that infamous South Philly corner have had to make that crucial decision at one point in your lives: do I eat at Pat's or Geno's. Both establishments have brought forth so many vivid memories of my past: sitting on a neon-lit outdoor bench at 3AM in February after a Butthole Surfers concert gnawing a steak before the Cheez Whiz freezes, looking up at Cher-in-assless-pants autographed glossies while in line (I think it may have said "If I Could Turn Back Time, I'd Eat a Pat's Steak Daily") having one's guts give you an urgent "how do you do" while heading home on the turnpike at 4AM 30 miles from the next exit. Ah, yes. Well, thanks to Geno's proprietors, the choice of between where some will have their cheese steak has gotten a whole lot easier. Or perhaps if Hispanic, there's no choice to begin with? Notable quotes from owner Joey Vento at a Harrisburg rally: “[Illegal Hispanics] are killing, like, 25 of us a day … molesting
about eight children a day … All we’re getting is drug dealers and murderers”...“These illegal invaders … are not the kind of immigrants our
grandparents were … They knew to be successful in America, you have to
speak English.” His advice to immigrants with children:
“You come here pop a baby, pick it up and take it back to Mexico." In defense, Pat's has been known to be completely discriminatory even if you do speak English, as a customer uttering anything besides "one with" or "one without" can instantly get you publicly dunce-i-fied, humiliated, and sent back to the line. And I don't see any public hearings in those poor souls' defense. Perhaps Pat's should change their ordering lingo to include "pop a baby"? ”Real Audio: Sal Masi's Untouchables' "Pat's Steaks".