I feel the need to pile on to the cheesesteak love orgy. My pants are down and I firmly have my cheesesteak in my hand...we are ready to party like Brittney Spears with some crystal meth and a bottle of hair dye.
I, like many people who go to John's Pizza have never tried their pizza and have no entire to do so. The pizza could be like eating little pieces of heaven and the waste produced magically turns into diamonds but i don't care. Not even a little bit.
I go to Johns for the award winning cheesesteaks and that will be what I have from there until I move, die, or something better comes along...much like I feel about my old lady. Unlike my old lady these cheesesteaks are actually close to being perfect, and unlike my old lady I never walked in on my John's Cheesesteak being mounted by 6 other cheesesteaks and three more waiting on my couch.
It is a damn good cheesesteak. The large is large. The large has plenty of meat on it. The bread is great. It is large enough to eat and fill you up.
The bad side...not enough cheese at all. The fried onions are never really fried enough for my taste...and the cardinal sin...every 3 cheesesteaks the meat is slightly over cooked.
When great, it is great. When it isn't good, it is still pretty damn good.