“Longtime readers know I’m a Philadelphia-born foodie with a soft spot not just for any cheese steaks, but for the one and only Geno’s — served up by the bold and brash American patriot Joey Vento.”
“This is America. When ordering, please speak English.”
Even if you’re one of those unfortunates never to have attended a raucous ballgame at Citizen’s Bank Park or trotted through South Philly’s Italian Market like Rocky Balboa or grabbed a Geno’s cheese steak at 9th & Passyunk, you may have heard of Joey Vento, who passed away on August 23rd. Joey was one of those folks that GA at LeatherneckM31 likes to call “Real Americans” — here’s Joey on the Glenn Beck show:
But there was more to Mr. Vento than a few non-PC signs guaranteed to shake the rattles on the cold-blooded tails of America’s ‘progressives’. Philly columnist Stu Bykofsky said,
Joey often gave money as silently as a burglar, other times as loud as a firetruck. The private giving, son Geno says, was usually to people facing huge medical bills. Publicly, Joey gave money to AIDS, cancer, sickle-cell charities, among others, maybe hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.
Columnist Monica Yant Kinney agreed:
[…] there’s usually more to any man than meets the ear or eye – especially when he’s sending unsolicited e-mails entirely in caps.
JOEY VENTO OF GENO’S STEAKS WANTS TO HELP. PLEASE LET US KNOW HOW.
The first one appeared in my in-box a year ago, after I wrote about an elderly Medford man living with his three dogs in a Ford Bronco because shelters don’t accept pets.
The second message showed up last fall after I told the story of a Moorestown couple coping with cancer, unemployment, the mortgage meltdown and a busted minivan all at the same time.
Then, weeks later, while reporting an unrelated column about a homeless soccer team, I learned by happenstance that the self-styled conservative critic feeds the homeless men at St. John’s Hospice.
Geno’s is filled with photos of Joey with various cheese steak-loving celebrities. Ed Asner and his coterie of Mumia Abu-Jamal-supporting Hollyweirdos, however, are conspicuously absent. Joey, you see, believed that the convicted murderer of Philadelphia police officer Danny Faulkner, more than deserved the death sentence levied on him, and publicly opposed the never-ending hue and cry for a Mumia retrial by every left-wing loudmouth with access to a microphone. An emotional Maureen Faulkner, widow of the fallen officer, said of Mr. Vento:
“He was the most kind, loving, good man anyone would have ever met. He always wore Danny shirts in the shop. A lot of Danny’s friends and I would go into the shop and talk about what kind of person Danny was.”
Being a Geno’s aficionado (as opposed to cross-street rival Pat’s), I’ve been acquainted with Joey Vento’s cheese steaks for years, though I never had the opportunity to meet the man himself; still, everybody knows everybody in South Philly, even if they don’t. It’s that kind of a place. Yo, Joey…I’m gonna miss ya, man.
Related Story: Joey Vento: An Assimilation Warrior (Michelle Malkin at Human Events)