Don't E.
Yelp
Where culinary disasters are redefined. For the bargain price of $48, I was served a philly steak that resembled a culinary crime scene--a horrifying mush of dubious origins, melded with ancient cheese and embalmed in mysterious spices. Any self-respecting Philadelphian would weep at the sight of this monstrosity.
The NYC gyro? An identity crisis on a plate, tasting suspiciously like chicken tikka masala. If cultural confusion was their aim, they've nailed it. Forget about the French fries. Your 'five guys' don't work here.
But the crowning achievement of this gastronomic horror show was the "fresh" lemon, a steal at $4. Imagine my surprise when I discovered it was worse than Kool-Aid, and about as fresh as a decade-old fruitcake.
Do yourself a monumental favor and stick to the reliable pizzas, burgers and fries. Don't squander your money or energy on this travesty. Unless, of course, you have a peculiar craving for subpar Indian/Pakistani takeout masquerading as a Philly-NYC fusion. In that case, this might just be your culinary nirvana.
Bon appétit! Or perhaps more fittingly, abandon all hope, whomever may so choose to enter here.