We have a friendly competition around here with our counterparts over at the
Register's Food Frenzy blog. Sometimes we discover the place; sometimes they do. Sometimes we concur with their findings; sometimes we don't. In this case, Claudia Koerner was the winnah,
writing about a place called A Bite of Jersey, a little corner place in a strip mall in a really desolate area of West Garden Grove.
Well, it was like a red cloth to a bull. You see, as a proud son of New Jersey, I love cheesesteaks. I love them even though they come from the Extreme Eastern Philadelphia part of New Jersey, not the Extreme Southern New York part that I hail from. I don't know what else I would've lived on during the long days staring jadedly at skinny Québécois
touristes parading down Jenkinson's boardwalk if there hadn't been a lot of greasy cheesesteakeries.
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