Robert Bush 6:31 p.m., May 18
Tour de Cheesesteak: stage 3
North County food court cheesesteak delivers poor performance on day three of the tour
Here’s what happened: I went all the way up to Mira Mesa to try and find a place called “Moose’s,” but it turns out it’s not there anymore. I’d ended up wandering around a Scranton Road food court, trying to figure out where the cheesesteak place was supposed to be. The only clue I could find was a torn up sign on a table “for Moose’s Famous Barbecue,” or something to that effect. No Moose in sight.
Famished, I headed to the Westfield UTC because of rumors that there was a place in the food court there called Philly Station.
Worst idea of my week. That mall is hell! I putt-putted around the lot for an eternity trying to find somewhere to park while people in expensive cars took out their pent-up aggression out in Formula 1 parking lot maneuvers. Frazzled, I encircled the mall, found my way in, and followed the signs to the “dining terrace.” Fancy food court. Jammed with people.
I did like the look of the ice rink, however. I have to find out if I can rent some ice skates and go zip around and pretend some Charlie Brown Christmas music is playing; which it might be...do they have music in there?
Anyways, I found the cheesesteak shop. Huzzah!
$9.75 for a 12” Philly with the works. No option of Cheez-Whiz or salami. The steak was greasy and tough, almost rubbery in texture. During preparation, the cook had repeatedly doused it with water on the flat-top, in an effort to steam the already sub-par meat into overdoneness, and I suspect that much of the flavor had been washed away like an unwanted pollutant. It did come on a nice, chewy roll, but that wasn’t enough to save the sandwich from mediocrity.
By that point, I was so hungry that I’d massacred the entire thing before I thought to try and take a picture of it. But, hey, nobody wanted to look at a lame sandwich anyways, right?
What can I take away from this? Well, for starters, poor quality meat generates poor quality sandwiches. This should be a no-brainer, but it does go to show that the picture on the Eddie’s website of the huge rib roasts is worth something.
Also, I really dislike the mall at lunchtime when my hanger is rising.