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I have not the slightest
idea why, but the name of this place comes off as slightly sexual
and unappetizing to me. I suppose it's not Stubby's or Chode's, but
I don't know. The funny thing is that this place is more of a bar
than a restaurant, really, with lots of beer on tap and that narrow
thing that NYC loves so much. I walked by it hundreds of times and
cupped my hands on the window to peer in, thinking, "What kind
of drunk walks in and orders a cheesesteak at a bar in the middle
of a Tuesday afternoon?" It turns out my kind of drunk. Actually
the place is kind of dual purpose. The small sports bar is really
a front for the sandwich window in the back of the shop. And those
cheesesteaks are actually quite tasty, including the chicken cheesesteak
I sat around waiting for for about 15 minutes. The bread had a nice
crunch to it, not soggy or stale. The chicken didn't taste frozen
or nasty, and the onions added a nice flavor. I got the shorty version
of the sandwich, which was plenty. I can't imagine upgrading to the
full, and I can eat like a mofo. Granted the taps were calling me,
but I somehow walked out with just a sandwich in hand secure in the
knowledge that somehow a Philly steak on 9th Ave actually tastes better
than the famous
originals from the city of brotherly love. [MF]
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