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The first time we ordered from this place it was SO disappointing that it was almost funny, so we decided to try it again just to be sure we weren't crazy the first time. Nope, we weren't crazy. Gentlemen--you're at a distinct disadvantage calling yourself Philly ANYTHING in L.A., so it's probably best NOT to be from Cairo or Turkmenistan. But if you MUST be, then at least make a decent product, which you most clearly do not. I promise you, Gentlemen, if you EVER offered a cheesesteak like that for sale in the REAL Philly, they'd run you out of town on the loneliest rail they could find. Seriously, the cheesesteaks in my elementary school cafeteria had more meat and tasted better--and that was for less than a DOLLAR! But hey, this is L.A. and what do I know? Maybe people LOVE skimpy, malnourished cheesesteaks on overly toasted stale rolls with no ketchup or napkins even though you ASKED for them specifically when you called, both times. And crispy french fries are like, SO 2009, so of course those STEAMED french fries are cool. Yeah, and Ryan Howard just hit a grand slam off of Mariano Rivera to send the series to Game Seven! The sad thing is, Gentlemen, that I REALLY WANTED to love you. REALLY, man, I LOVE cheesesteaks and would have been your best customer, but you abused my trust, practically stole my money and just turned me off in the biggest way. And there is simply NOTHING Philly about that, yo!