• peteypete420@sh.itjust.works
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    7 months ago

    I gotcha. I still think you did very well. I can see that yea, no one factor shaved 150k off the price. Sagging (you called em collapsing) ceilings does want to make me assume you are already a contractor or super handyperson type.

    More importantly, this thing you said,

    in a weird neighborhood of smallish houses that were built during WWII to house workers at the Navy Yard in Philly (the neighborhood is known as “Garden City” in Wallingford).

    Philly has a lotta neighborhoods and none of us know the names of all of em, but “Garden City” is not a Philly hood. If the people of Wallingford think otherwise, good on em.

    Navy Yard is south philly. And as said I once I aint south philly. But, Jim’s finally opened back up so let us give praise to one of the few cheesesteak places I’d ever give a tourist directions too…

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      7 months ago

      I agree that the Navy Yard is south Philly and Wallingford ain’t Philly, I’m not claiming otherwise (nor do Wallingfordians ever make such a claim). I do not know why they decided to house people who worked in Philly in a place that is so far from Philly - that’s part of the story I’ve never found written anywhere. I can only surmise that since Wallingford is so close to Chester, the workers were able to ride a commuter train to and fro. Or maybe they ran special buses, I dunno.

      Jim’s finally opened back up so let us give praise to one of the few cheesesteak places I’d ever give a tourist directions to

      So, I actually used to live on South Street, right next to the Jim’s. When I got a steak from there, I always had to order it with marinara because it was too dry otherwise. How a sandwich with that much grease in it could possibly be dry is not something I can answer. I know this exposes me as non-native, but at least I wan’t ordering it with bell pepper.

      Now, Ishkabibble’s is a place I can get behind.