So, I was at the cart at the SE corner of 5th and Market in Old City Philadelphia yesterday, getting one of their fabulous cheesesteaks that make me drool. (And a cheesesteak and 24oz. soda for $5 is a hell of a deal.)
There was a family there that ordered after me...they appeared to be tourists (which wouldn't be much of a stretch, given that Independence Hall is across the street). The mother ordered a chicken salad hoagie, and the grandmother a cheesesteak. Two guys work in this little cart, and they appear to be immigrants (since they converse in another language and have accents, but who really knows?). Anyway...the one guy looks at the grandmother and asks, "What do you want on your cheesesteak?"
Grandmother: "I'd like onions on it."
As the guy prepares to put the mustard on the bun, he looks at the mother and says, "Okay, so you wanted mustard and onions on it?"
Mother: "Oh no! I want lettuce on it."
Cart Nazi: *appears irritated* "Why did you just say that you wanted mustard on it?"
Mother: "I thought you were asking about the cheesesteak."
Cart Nazi: "No! I was asking about the chicken salad hoagie...so you want lettuce?"
Mother: "Yes."
Cart Nazi: *reiterates previous statement* "I was originally asking about the chicken salad hoagie."
Mother: *now appears irritated* "Well, we'll deal with it!"
Yes, the cart guy clearly fucked up here. And he looks eerily similar to the Soup Nazi from Seinfeld. I thought he was going to throw the hoagie away and yell, "No hoagie for you!"
From here on out, I dub the gentleman with the mustache in the cart on the SE corner of 5th and Market in Old City Philadelphia Cart Nazi.
