And by steak, I mean Philly Cheese Steak. Surprised? Thought I would be oohing and aahing over some Maestro’s equivalent? Shocking as it seems, sometimes the best best doesn’t necessarily mean the most expensive (don’t quote me on that).
This past weekend, after having turkey and stuffing, turkey sandwiches and turkey soup, my taste buds were screaming for a change. The last time I was in Philly, my in-laws introduced me to Jim’s Steaks–where the locals go when they need to satisfy a craving. Get in line and watch your steak transform in front of your eyes. Everything is cooked to order. I like mine with mushrooms, onions and provolone, but Cheez Wiz is readily available. The smell alone will cause heart palpitations–and quite possibly a heart attack. But, as with most luxuries, every now and then, it’s good to indulge.
With four locations, Jim’s Steaks has been a Philadelphia institution since 1939. It’s become my tradition. You’ll want to make it yours. Until next time, Jim (whoever you are), my mouth will be watering.
Jim’s Steaks. 400 South Street. Philadelphia, PA. 215-928-1911