Jim's South Street Famous Cheesesteaks

It exists in the airport, so that's a win. Pretty legit, but not the best. I was happy to have it. The folks who served it were kind. Perfect fresh second breakfast , and cold elevensies on the plane. You might even get lucky and find a weary traveller nursing a food coma between meat sweats in front of the window. I would go again

It's a good cheesesteak with quality meat but a bit underseasoned. They do chop up the meat really fine and use good bread. Would not make a special trip here but good if you're in the area.

I recently had the pleasure of trying Jim’s South Street famous cheesesteaks at the Philadelphia International Airport, and it was an excellent experience. The steak and peppers sandwich was a standout. The steak was tender, juicy, and perfectly seasoned, paired with fresh, flavorful peppers that added a delightful crunch. The sandwich was served on a soft, yet sturdy roll that held everything together nicely without getting soggy. The combination of quality ingredients and expert preparation made this a memorable meal. For anyone passing through the airport and looking for an authentic taste of Philadelphia, Jim’s South Street is a must-visit.

I would give this zero stars if I could. This was atrocious. I spent over $22 on a cheese steak and fries, and the cheese steak was just a pile of tough, overcooked, unseasoned, cheap beef on absolutely flavorless provolone. The strongest flavor was the bread, which was actually good bread. It should have been a red flag when I saw people going back up and asking for salt and ketchup to put on their sandwiches. It didn't even come with peppers, you had to pay extra if you wanted that. I was excited to get a cheese steak on my layover in Philly and I read that apparently Jim's is supposed to be one of the best local places. I always expect airport food to be worse than the actual restaurant, but if this was even a quarter of the quality that you get outside of the airport, the entire city of Philadelphia should be embarrassed. I've rarely felt so ripped off. I ended up throwing half of it away. I never thought somewhere would make me say I wish I went to Subway or Sbarro but that was my first thought when I took a bite. I would have tried to get a refund if I thought there was any chance if that happening. I cannot advise strongly enough to avoid this if you're coming through this airport, or hell I would avoid Philadelphia altogether based on this experience.

While Annemarie and I were in town for the Army-Navy game—one of our first big trips together—we knew we had to fully embrace the Philly experience. And what better way to do that than by grabbing an iconic cheesesteak? Everyone had a recommendation, but we had our sights set on Jim’s South Street. I’d heard about the place from a few friends, so we figured why not go for the full tourist experience? We strolled down South Street, soaking in the vibe of the city. It was that gritty, raw kind of energy—kind of like Buffalo on a summer evening but with that distinct Philly edge. The neon lights of Jim’s flashed in the distance, and as we got closer, we could see the line snaking out the door. That was always a good sign. When we finally got in, the place had that bustling, no-frills kind of feel—exactly what you’d expect from a spot slinging cheesesteaks. The sizzling griddle in the back, the rush of people calling out orders, and the smell—oh man, the smell. But I’ll be honest, watching the cheesesteaks get made wasn’t exactly the most appetizing thing. Grease flying everywhere, mounds of meat slapped on the grill, and enough melted cheese to clog your arteries just by looking at it. But hey, we were young, we were hungry, and we had iron stomachs back then. None of that mattered. When we finally got our cheesesteaks, we grabbed a spot by the window and dove in. It was messy, greasy, and everything a Philly cheesesteak should be. The rolls were soft, the meat piled high, and the cheese was that perfect gooey consistency. We probably didn’t say much while eating—too busy trying not to let everything spill out the sides. By the time we left, we were completely stuffed, and I remember looking over at Annemarie, knowing this was one of those moments I’d never forget. Sure, Jim’s might not have been the classiest meal, but it was part of our adventure—one of those memories that stuck. It was just the beginning of all the amazing experiences we’d share together, and looking back, it was one of the many little things that made me realize I was going to marry her.

I was in Philadelphia....not my first time but anytime you visit Philly you gotta grab a steak sandwich. Soooooo.....as to my review....MEH as the kids used to say...I am from D.C and I can tell you we have spots that actually deliver a very good steak sandwich. Besides I don't even think JIM uses Ribeye...smh. Look at the receipt I posted on this review and YES I paid all that money for a footlong no fries no chips ...everything costed extra. IMO...We have chinese carryouts in D.C and MD that make a better sandwich/Grinder/Sub watever you wanna call it than Jim's. Also I have been to Geno's and Pat's and they are iconic but trust me it's always the ' Hole in the wall' spots perhaps in da hood that make the best Philly. They don't even toast the sub roll..so that shows you deez bamas stink!!

Got a cheesesteak with pepper, onion, and cheese and did not get the cheese. We had to talk to them three times before they gave it to us. They threw the meat from my sandwich that I took a bite of back on the grill... The portion is good but you do pay $16+ for a sandwich.

We made the mistake of ordering Philly cheesesteaks from this airport restaurant and left very disappointed. We paid $40 for 2 under cooked and unseasoned cheesesteaks. Just wait until you leave the airport. I promise, it is not worth it!