So says SI.com:
Inside Chickie and Pete’s, the table shakes with laughter. Jason Kelce is telling the truth. Every O-lineman must possess some combo of meaty muscles and twinkle toes to thrive in the NFL trenches. Thick skin is a prerequisite too—especially in Philadelphia, where egos are pancaked like opposing pass rushers during weekly film sessions that serve as comedy roasts. Told You So Tuesdays—that’s what the linemen call the meetings led by coach Jeff Stoutland. “F—, the NFL is such a stressful environment, you have to have laughter with the pain,” says Johnson. “If you don’t, you’re going to go crazy.”
It’s another Tuesday now, three months after Super Bowl LII, and the Eagles’ suddenly famous offensive line is gathered inside a private room: the five starters from their 41–33 win over the Patriots—left tackle Halapoulivaati Vaitai, left guard Stefen Wisniewski, center Jason Kelce, right guard Brandon Brooks, right tackle Lane Johnson—plus captain and left tackle Jason Peters, who missed the game with an injury. It’s a familiar gathering, save for the location.
Most often the group dines downtown at Del Frisco’s Steak House, where their standard order of shared appetizers includes two tuna tartars, three fried calamaris, three cheesesteak dumplings, three lobster mac and cheeses, two creamed corns, three château mashed potatoes, two asparaguses, several shrimp cocktails and (sometimes) one seafood tower. After that, everyone digs into either a 22-ounce prime rib eye or a 32-ounce tomahawk—everyone, that is, except Wisniewski, who’s been known to house both: