Chickie’s and Pete’s is a Philadelphia institution. It was made famous in the old ballparks and made a comeback in the new ones.
Now they have an airport kiosk. Where we got these…
…before our epic flight back to Tejas.
Can I just say that crab-fries and cheese sauce would be on my “last meal” menu if I was a convicted murderer on death row? Holy Moses, so fantastic.
This meal, along with the cheesesteak that anchored it, made me happy, even though it was a harbinger of sad times to come.
They don’t do cheesesteaks in Tejas.
(But they do a mean Frito Pie. And that might just be a fair trade.)