Starry Eyed Virginians
We decided (as one should almost always do when in Philly) to get cheese steaks. We went to Pat's b/c that is where it is at, especially after 2am when my personal fav Jim's is likely closed. So at around 2:30am, myself, my wife, my sister, and three of her friends ended up in Pat's exceptionally long line.
One of the girls wondered if they had chicken cheese steaks. Knowing they did not, I politely walked up to the front of the line to gaze at the menu to see what other offerings might be appropriate. (She ended up getting a cheese steak)
While standing there alone, I observed as a group of let's say 6 guys began heckling a group of 'hippies' who were standing in the area. Now, I went to school in Newark, DE so I know me from some hippies. These guys being harassed, they were not hippies. They were more like dressed down bike messengers. And that's cool. All's I'm saying is that the amount of abuse they were taking was well disproportionate to any modicum of social dis-integration they were displaying through their bikes, longish hair, and khaki pants.
So I am literally like a foot and a half from this group of aggressive morons who are literally yelling things like "take a shower, you f*cking hippies" and "you're not a Republican - f8ck you!" (I swear to god that was actually said).
I am standing there, incredulous, and I KNOW one thing. These guys are not from around here. The cheese steak district inevitably draws tourists, and some of these tourists are inevitably assholes. But most are not, and the Philadelphian in line for a steak sandwich from Pat's, Geno's, Jim's or elsewhere is there for one reason and one reason only: to eat a cheese steak. Specifically, they are not there to start a fight.
As I stood there, incredulous, I attempted to warp my face to reflect my incredulity and I asked the group, "where are you guys from?" in my most polite yet "screw-off" voice. As I might have suspected, the answer came in relative unison: Virginia.
I went back to my group, at the back of the line, writing the incident off as stupid and over. And then, to my DELIGHT, a brawl between these two groups broke out. So of course, I walked over to the middle of it and started video-ing:
from my notes on the video sharing website "youtube":
Watch as these "f*cking c*cks*ck*rs" from Virginia beat up on some stupid preppy hippies. You can't really tell in the video, but the guy who walks past with a hat on has mad blood dripping down his face, likely from a bike lock swung at him by a 'hippy'. I am on the border of being drunk and decide it is a good idea to stand in the middle of all this with my camera phone, until my wife comes up and I realize that now she is in danger and that is not cool. An edited version of this would be wiser to post, but the girl who wants me to "stop the video" has the most OBNOXIOUS voice of all time, and thus must be presented for your listening displeasure.
(An aside about Geno's... I used to be a Geno's supporter, at least I viewed them as equal entities... my rational for this was, of course, Geno's cameo in the Boyz to Men video... but all that has changed, for a number of reasons, over the past ten years. In the end, the quality of Pat's steak is better, and they don't seem to be such jerks about the whole thing... this is especially true with the sign that has hung in Geno's for the past few years "You must order in ENGLISH" b/c they are xeno-centric/phobic assholes who can't wrap their heads around what it might have been like when their own great grandmothers were fresh off the boat. Hey Geno's.... take a dick with ya!)