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| - I am, by nature, an agressive driver. I am a firm believer in DRIVING in the left hand lane. If you want to ride, there's a whole lane reserved for you and all the other grandparents on the right, so move your lame minivan out of the way. When i know I'm on my way to get John's, though, my driving gets downright mean. If you come between me and my cheesesteak, expect to get run straight off the road, Mad Max Style. How good is this place? So good that it is still isted in the "frequently visited locations" section of the GPS on my phone. And I live in Tennessee!
While I haven't driven all the way from Tennessee to Malvern, PA just to get a cheesesteak, I definitely stop in whenever I am in the North: Washington, Baltimore, Philadelphia, Deleware, Rhode Island, Conneticut, Western PA, Central PA, New York, New Jersey; no amount of distance is too great for me to travel to get my hands on these amazing cheesteaks. This is the best cheesesteak in Pennsylvania. I not equivacating, embelleshing, lying or exxgerating. Game over, man, game over. From the regionally sourced bread, to the thinly sliced steak, to copious amounts of provolone cheese (Chris, John's son, doesn't even carry a cheese whiz option on the menu. Ask him for it. I dare you), this is the ONLY way you should make a cheesesteak. Throw on some relish, mustard, ketchup, mushrooms, and peppers, and you too will be making 3 hour roundtrips to suckle at the teat of nirvana.
I don't understand a lot of the criticisim surrounding the service, either. These guys have been banging out cheesesteaks for longer than I have been alive. They have NEVER been rude or disrespectful to my family. In fact, we roll so deep up there that they often have to order another supply truck when we are in town. (My grandpa used to call ahead and tell them "the family" was coming. That's my grandpa, his wife, my mom, my aunt, my mom's four kids, my aunt's four kids, and my cousin's 3-8 kids, depending on who's in town. And we all can eat.) We roll in, order our 20+ cheesesteaks, 2-3 calzones, and 2-3 pizzas, and then I ask the family "what are yall eating"?! *drum flourish* Cracks em up everytime. The family may be loud and argumentitive, but so is mine, so who am I to judge?
If you get tired of the cheesesteaks, try a pizza or a calozone or whatever else they have. I promise you it's worth the drive.
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