The last cheesesteak I had was memorable. Took my son to Philly in the summer of 2009 for a vaca. First thing I did was bring him to Pat's in South Philly. It was about 100 degrees and I was hot, hungry and miserable, waiting in a very long line in the blazing sun. This big, loud, sweaty obnoxious New Yorker comes up in line behind me, totally invading my personal space and talking my ear off. I move away from him, act disinterested, but the ####er just keeps talking to me. He won't get the message that I want to be left alone. Then some guys come over and ask for his autograph. I ask the guy who was with him who he is. He says "Rex Ryan, the new head coach of the Jets".