Ode to a cheesesteak vendor
Let us now praise the food-truck vendors of Philadelphia: the tireless purveyors of gyros, hot dogs, burritos, falafel, and street food of every description; the guys who set up at 7 in the morning in Center City to sell fruit salad to commuters; the legions of food trucks that congregate in University City to feed hungry students and university employees (even the vegetarians). And let us offer special praise to the cheesesteak vendors, for they are the essence of Philadelphia.
Let us now above all praise the cheesesteak-making family whose cart is always parked directly between Hagerty Library and the entrance to the 33rd Street trolley stop, whom neither rain nor snow nor subzero wind chills can deter, and who are always ready to sustain a famished and semi-frozen MSLIS student even on days when it’s so cold out that she has to put the cheesesteak inside her coat to keep it from getting cold during the one-block dash to the shelter of the Rush Building. May they be blessed with all that they desire, for verily in the bleakest month of the year, they are an oasis of fried-onion-covered joy. Long live the institution of the cheesesteak truck!
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