How to dent the plastic in your pocket

So after the parade I get a call from DP who wants to make an impromptu trip to Philadelphia. So I'm like what the heck as that sure beats looking at a washing machine in the spin cycle. Two hours later I find myself in downtown Philly on Chestnut St. trying to find a cheese steak sandwich. I'm accused of having limited gastronomical horizons and wind up at Morimoto's (apparently some Iron chef guy) restaurant instead. Another two hours goes by and I find myself to have digested an extraordinary amount of food of which a good portion I cannot remember the correct pronunciation or species for that matter. Food is great although my credit card screams "Recession!".