Me me me! I’m a judge!
I looooove cheesesteak!
Please pick me!
I must make a correction to my last statement. It wasn’t a phone call, it was an IM. I have the log. 
From Dictionary.com:
joke (jk)
n.
1.Something said or done to evoke laughter or amusement, especially an amusing story with a punch line.
2.A mischievous trick; a prank.
3.An amusing or ludicrous incident or situation
Or perhapse more accurately:
v. joked, jok·ing, jokes
v. intr.
1.To tell or play jokes; jest.
2.To speak in fun; be facetious.
Try reading that definition back to yourself, hon.
Double edge sword was definitely intended.
Now that my challenge has been taken, I’ll do an honorable thing. Since I work in the damn restaurant, I’ll bring the stuff and save you the trouble of having to find it yourself, Dave.
If this were a crabcake contest, or even a crappy team contest, Dave, you would indeed have me beat. But it’s not. This is my specialty, baby! You don’t have a chance in hell.
And I too am curious as to what we have to work with. A griddle would be fantastic. If not, I’ll improvise. But I need to know so I can bring the appropriate tools.
And one last thing. We need to make sure there aren’t any kids around, since I am prone to tossing knives and spatulas. 
That’s all for now. I await the somewhat less than stiff competition.
Ah, I love the smell of testosterone in the morning…
::MsRobyn makes a mental note to stay out of the kitchen during AD’s turn. :eek: ::
Robin
NP, AD. I got all my stuff already, but Thx for the offer.
You do realize that you’re repeating the pep speach given to the guy who lost, don’t you?
Dave, if I don’t beat you I’ll wear a Ravens shirt/jersey/etc. all day long. And then I’ll kill myself.
Good thing I don’t have to worry about either.
Um, yeah. But he also won, too. [sub]Didn’t he?[/sub]
[quote]
Originally posted by Airman Doors, USAF
**Dave, if I don’t beat you I’ll wear a Ravens shirt/jersey/etc. all day long. And then I’ll kill myself.
[quote]
You’d best not kill yourself! It’s not worth it for a cheesesteak. Lox, eggs and onions, maybe. But not for a cheesesteak.
Robin
Man, I can’t wait to see this. . .
A Balitmorean and a Harrisburger fighting over who makes the best cheesesteak.
Sort of like Omaha and Sioux City arguing over who makes the best pizza Margahrita. 
Zappo
Who knows that Pat’s and Geno’s are nothing but damn tourist traps
Many points…
It would be kind if you’d make several. I don’t want any of my guests to feel left out.
After all, a sample size of 4 judges leaves margin for error at 50% or thereabouts. I expect we’ll be able to supply quite a few judges. Larger the sample size, the more bragging rights for the winner, gentlemen.
The Chance Kitchen:
1 Range: Propane (burns hotter than your normal gas does, boys. Be warned)
1 Small electric grill (holds 2 hamburgers at a time. Remnant of our babyless days)
1 Larger outdoor propane grill, currently without fuel (but I’ll get it filled this week)
1 Waffle maker, never taken out of the box.(Who eats waffles?)
How’s that?
Terrific! I’ll be there with bells on! (well, not literally; I haven’t the right temperament to be a Jester).
Might try a few of those “cheese-steak” thingies too. 
See?
You guys have created a market for cheesesteaks! Now you’ve got to fill it!
So, after careful inner debating and discussion (do we wanna sit at home and give out candy to little Power Rangers or get drunk?), Lady Cheek and I have decided that we would like to humbly accept the Chance household’s open invitation to the party.
I make a mean…nope, not a chef, sorry. Uh…
I mix a kickass…oooh, not a bartender either.
I can really cut a rug. Well…that’s totally IMHO, I guess.
My mom says I’m special. There.
Is it too late to accept the invitation? Or can we start planning ways to make ourselves look funnier than we already are? Many thanks in advance to M. et Mme. Chance for this invitation.
Well, just to get your waffle iron some use, I’ll make my [Homer]‘super-duper patented out this word moon waffles.’[/homer]
(waffle batter, caramel, liquid smoke, and all wrapped around a stick of butter)
([homer]Mmmm…fattening…[/Homer]
It’s never too late for the spanish inquisition (or the Attorney General).
Careful, you spoke French there. That may be illegal now.
You’re welcome to join us, of course.
And I think you’re just the most special li’l thing I’ve ever seen, too! Those cheeks are just pinchable!
C’est bon!
::What? FBI? Really? No, no. We’re the Cheeks. You want the Chiques, two doors down…You’re welcome Agent Jones!::
Creativity abounds and imagination is goin’ wild. Just gotta figure out how to cut holes in the paper bags an’ we’re set!
And quit pinchin’ my cheeks! [sub]All the other guys are watchin![/sub]