Finally, after living in Philly for 36 years (50 now), I made it to the supposed holy grail of cheesesteaks, Chinks. Located on Torresdale Ave. in the Lower NE, the small, but very busy restaurant was humming. I squeezed into one of their very small booths with my daughter, I anxiously waited for my waitress (only one there) to take my order and fulfill my destiny. After nearly a 20 minute wait to order, I gleefully ordered the large steak wit onions and american cheese. There were several other patrons ahead of me, but alas, nothing could deter me from tasting what many locals feel, the best cheesesteak in Philly.
Our waitress did bring us our drinks and a bowl of cut pickles and mildly hot peppers. I noticed two young girls in front preparing the cheesesteaks to order, each engaged in heated conversation with the other while another prepared milk shakes at the bar.
Finally, after a 30 minute wait, my prize had arrived. Upon first inspection, I noticed that the roll was not fully populated with steak, there was space aft and stern. Still, pushing past the empty aft, I got my first taste of what I hoped would be the best steak in town. My first taste revealed a little fat, some over cooked meat and chopped onion. Undaunted, a proceeded to give this sandwich another try. Yet again, over cooked meat, a little gristle, and a sad combination of too much cheese and onion.
Finishing the sandwich in less than 10 minutes, I walked away dismayed and somewhat betrayed by all the local fanfare. Chink's did not deliver the perfect cheesesteak by any means and in fact may be one of the worst steaks I have ever had.
My search continues.