There is no cheesesteak in the area that even comes close to John;s. It is my favorite meal. It is better then the Prime Rib at Prime Rib. It is better then the roast pig at paesano's. It is better then D'Nics at RT. Once every six months I go there to treat myself to the greatest sandwich in the USA to eat the sandwich that won the James Beard Award. Last week I made my pilgramage. When I got there the grill cook told me and all the people behind me that there would be a 30 minute delay while they filled a take out order. Hmm..I never rembered that happening before, so instead of waiting I ordered a roast pork with cheese and greens. I took the sandwich outside. The weather was freezing, but I knew I could stand the cold by just smelling the sandwich. I will never forget the first time I ate the sandwich. The first bite melded into the second bite and by the third bite the juices were running down my arm. but what I remember was the complexity of the flavors. Every flavor one after the other.The flavors were on parade in my mouth. Never had I experienced such complexity in one sandwich and I started to cry. I cried for happiness. I cried for joy. I cried because I had finally eaten the perfect sandwich. The perfect seasoning, the beautifully cooked greens and the sharp cheese. what had God wrought?? But this day was different. I sat outside in the freezing cold weather and unwrapped the sandwich. When I took a bite something was wrong. I could not taste the cheese. I could only taste the seasonings. These were not the same seasonings, I tasted before.This was not a Johns Roast Pork. This was unpleasant. I could not finish it. Again, I had tears in my eyes, but this time from a deep and never ending disappointment.Somebody, tell me what had changed? What has gone so wrong with the best sandwich in the city. My heart is broken. Now I am afraid to try the cheesesteak. God have mercy on my soul.