Omar S.
Yelp
Cheesesteaks are a part of my patrimony. Mom said I ate my first bites of cheesesteak before I was two years old, a sandwich brought from my father's sub shop, and with all that family and food and glowing childhood association bouncing around in my head, it was inevitable that I'd grow up loving both steak sandwiches and people who enjoy them as much as I do.
In fact, I married a Northeast Philly native, my very own "Philly Special," and while I've got a million reasons to love her, I love her all the more because she loves the sandwiches at Bustleton Avenue's Steve's Prince of Steaks.
Steve's serves delectable hand-held meals that start with house-made sub rolls done right, by which I mean to say, rolls that are a tad yeasty, with a barely-perceptible crackle to the crust, rolls that provide an intact hinge and a slight chew. The bread's filled with thinly sliced medallions of tender rib-eye steak; grilled onions, if you eat them; and cheese, melted into the meat and vegetables. The shop also features a "pepper bar," a shelf lined with pickled, fried, chopped and whole chiles and other hot stuff.
Meat, cheese, "with" or not. That's it. That right there is all you need to know.
Well, okay... I mean, you can order a hoagie or a chicken steak at Steve's, even a hot dog, but why would you? I don't care how late it is or how drunk you are; Steve very thoughtfully put the thing you ought to be ordering in the name of his place, and if reading is hard for you, you can just point through the window at the grill, and the counterman will take care of the rest.
Chicken... sheesh.
Also, let's talk about cheese:
Not everyone who loves cheesesteaks appreciates the charms of the nacho sauce-meets-epoxy that is Cheez Whiz, and if you don't care for it, you should order something else.
Definitely don't order Whiz for the sake of authenticity.
Despite the American misconception that "it's not a cheesesteak without Cheez Whiz," inspired, no doubt, by the Cheez Whiz-Industrial Complex, the fact is that originally, Philly steaks were cheese-less, and Whiz, which came later as a cost-saving and efficiency measure, ISN'T EVEN THE FAVORITE AMONGST PHILADELPHIANS. I'm from the DC area, where, like many Philly natives, we use Provolone or American on our steaks.
And finally, Steve's Prince of Steaks doesn't take credit cards, and they don't offer ample parking, hot coffee or Coke products, or, that chicken thing notwithstanding, a menu so varied that you can literally order any of 38 million combinations.
You know who offers all of that? Subway does.
And now, if you're unhappy with your choices at Steve's, you know where you can go.