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Philly Slim's

  1. For Rent
    Cheesesteak Joint Commits Post-Series Suicide?Philly Slim’s is for sale.
  2. The Underground Gourmet
    Sandwich of the Week: The Cheesesteak Waitrose Food Illustrated, the British magazine put out by the Waitrose supermarket chain, recently listed its “100 Greatest Moments in Food,” and, initially at least, the Underground Gourmet along with the gluttonous staff at Sandwich of the Week couldn’t have been more pleased had someone sent them a six-foot hoagie. Coming in at No. 2 on the list, you see, right after the harnessing of fire for cooking purposes, was John (4th Earl of Sandwich) Montagu’s invention of the sandwich.
  3. Click and Save
    Gastronomical Gifts, Lovable LatkesTo add to Rob and Robin’s picks for chocoholics and pork fiends, more gifts like wild-boar soppressata and the $350 El Bulli cookbook. [TONY] A former sandwich of the week from Philly Slim’s snubbed for 99 Miles to Philly in roundup of best sandwiches. [Gridskipper] A list for latke lovers, including the $1.50 special at G&M. [amNY] How to steer clear of Cuban-food “poseurs” like Azucar. [Epoch Times]
  4. The Underground Gourmet
    Sandwich of the Week: Philly Slim’s Cheesesteak Widowmaker It’s hard enough for the Underground Gourmet to maintain his svelte and soigné figure given the gluttonous nature of the profession. When devious restaurateurs clearly in defiance of the proposed trans-fat ban tempt him with subtle and sophisticated marketing ploys, the challenge becomes immeasurably greater. Such was the case the other day, as the UG gamboled along University Place on his way to the Union Square Greenmarket for some healthful burdock root and lamb’s quarters when a chalkboard sign outside Philly Slim’s Cheesesteak shop froze him in his tracks. “Come in and try a Widowmaker — steak, Whiz, bacon, onion rings, BBQ sauce” it read in a Helter-Skelterlike scrawl. “Why would someone want to eat a sandwich that claimed that it would kill him?” wondered the UG, his mouth beginning to drool and his limbs starting to twitch, as if he’d accidentally stepped on an electric Con Edison plate. Within seconds, having regained his composure, he entered the brightly lit shack and decided to find out. A few minutes later, the sandwich in question — a kind of saucy supersized cross between a Manwich and a traditional cheesesteak — appeared before him. Although the foot-long monstrosity did not kill the UG, it might have scratched a year or two off his life. At the very least, it is the type of sandwich that should you finish it in a single sitting, the management, in deference to your stamina, should offer it free of charge. Either that or commemorate the event with an engraved bronze plaque mounted prominently on the wall. Philly Slim’s Cheesesteak, 106 University Pl., nr. 12th St.; 212-989-8281 — Rob Patronite and Robin Raisfeld