A philly cheesesteak is about one of the last things I expected to find in Phnom Penh, but still, there it was on the menu at the Green Vespa, a small, pub-ish English style restaurant and bar. I of course ordered it. I love cheesesteaks and I couldn't pass up the novelty of it, and it came with fries, which are always welcome to me (I believe if you look back you'll see my stated belief that anything's good when fried). I was not let down, not that I had gradiose expectations or anything, but one always hopes for the best. The steak was cooked nicely and had very little fat. Nothing ruins a good steak sandwiche faster than chewing, touch meat. It was even a little over-fried in spots making it crisp the way I like it. And the fries, well, they might as well have gotten them from a McDonalds. I of course have an adequate dislike for McDonalds for numerous reasons, none of which I care to recount here, however, I do respect their fries. They're just good. Hilary didn't even have to salt them as she generally does. The Green Vespa deserves recommendation to any travelor and I happily give the cheesesteak 3.5 forks. The cheese wasn't swiss or even provalone. I don't rightly know what kind of cheese it was. They're pretty new to cheese here.
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