It was always going to be a mistake trying the famous 'Philly cheese steak', anywhere, but in Philadelphia. But in Vegas, you do crazy things, and this was not my first mistake on the strip.
The cheese steak arrived, looking nothing like the wizz cheese doused sandwich i expected. I asked at the counter, 'Is there cheese wizz?', to which she replied yes.
Still dubious about the presence of cheese, i took the first bite. The roll was the first letdown, being a ghastly pale white colour, which tasted equally as bad. The meat, was overcooked, and flavourless. There was the slightest hint of a cheese flavour, which was quickly eradicated by the other terrible ingredients slopped together in this visually & sensory culinary failure.
Needless to say, this was shithouse. After 1/3 complete, i could go no further. Hence the shortest review to date.
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