Guy knocked me over the head and drug me here caveman-style to get a Philly Steak craving he'd been having out of his system.
He ordered his with onions and bell pepper and two-times extra cheese.
The steak was flavorful, bread was chewy, veggies done just right.
The white american cheese, however, especially when doubled, was like Elmer's Glue on a sandwich. It ruined it for me (not a cheese lover), but my guy sat there munching with a starry-eyed look on his face chewing through all that cheese.
I asked him how it was; he nodded, likely unable to speak due to cheese mouth glue syndrome. To each his own.
My gyro was delightful, one of the finest I've had.
Took away one star for how cramped it is inside. They even encourage you to share tables with strangers.