“Pardon My Cheesesteak” is Barstool’s latest culinary abomination
Barstool Sports has spit in the face of Philadelphians with its announcement of Pardon My Cheesesteak, a nationwide virtual sandwich shop specializing in what resembles a cheesesteak. However, the resemblance is as far as it goes, as you’ll see further down the page.
Here’s Barstool’s announcement of Pardon My Cheesesteak:
No offense to Barstool or the PMT guys, but there’s no shot in hell these cheesesteaks taste remotely good. Half of the contiguous United States is now subject to this perversion of our city’s cuisine. Sure, it’ll be nice for Stoolies in some states that don’t have good cheesesteaks, but opening franchises in PA, Delaware, and New Jersey is a direct assault on our values.
Some of you may be thinking (wrongly), “stop being a gatekeeping snob. It’s just a sandwich.”
First of all, a cheesesteak is more than a sandwich. Second of all, I’m not being a snob by saying people shouldn’t eat THIS, especially if there are better options available:
What kind of godless monster would willingly sell this to people. Barstool has fallen woefully short of the mark here, and I can’t help but feel “Pardon My Cheesesteak” is just another half-hearted attempt to embed itself deeper into Philly culture somehow.
Also – the fact that the beloved Barstool Philly account is pushing this as an acceptable cheesesteak should tell you everything you need to know about how disconnected the Boston-based media company is from the city of Philadelphia.
Opening a sports bar was a great move, and I supported it wholly. This, however, is an entirely different situation. It’s closer to that “real fan” (Barstool Philly’s social manager) showing up in random places in the city with signage. Cringe stuff.
If they committed to using better ingredients and operated as a small regional chain, things might not have come to this. Instead, a quality pun is being wasted on a nationwide ghost-kitchen rollout.
Luckily, Eric Fink, the Prince of Hoagies, commonly known as the “Meat Man” on the Philadelphia Hoagie Commission has provided us with some additional information on this culinary disaster.
Would you ever order a cheesesteak from Bertucci’s?
Self-respecting Philadelphians and sandwich gourmands alike know the answer to that question is a resounding no. It’s too late to change anything now, so we’ll all need to be hyper-vigilant. Any restaurant could be secretly producing these toxic combinations of meat and cheese.
Stay frosty out there.