Philly Cheesesteak By Paula Bender Ever since I left South Jersey In the late ’70s, My craving for a decent Philly cheesesteak Has gone unsated. Toasty hoagie roll, Transparently thinly sliced ribeye, Piled high with fried onions and peppers. Wit? Widout? To which one would say Whiz or (Of course) provolone. Your mouth really can’t go… Continue reading Poetry #8 Philly Cheesesteak