Ochinilis Steaks — Restaurant in Middletown

I went there today for lunch and ordered a fish sub and the guy who took my order was the guys who was wrapping, bagging and finishing the orders for the customers. He had gloves on while doing this but when he came to the register to do my order he kept the same gloves on he was using to touch everyone’s food. Now this isn’t too bad if he would change them after he took my order but he didn’t and even worse, while he was taking my order he scratched the side of his nose with his thumb, grabbed his beard with his hand and then reached around and grabbed a drink out the cooler. All this with the same gloves he had on from the beginning and then after he completed taking my order he went back, (WITHOUT CHANGING HIS GLOVES) to continue finishing orders. He was grabbing onion rings out of a basket with them gloves, he was stuffing some other type of food in a bag for a customer and he was wrapping all the subs as well, which ironically enough he uses a a paper to wrap, but still nasty all around.

I waited a few minutes and then asked for my money back and he seemed a little irritated but not much but when him or the management reads this review he will know then why.

Future customers, BEWARE! People wonder why they get sick sometimes and never realize they have eaten contaminated food and if it wasn’t contaminated enough to get sick, you are handling the public’s food, not your owns, practice good hygiene and safe food handling procedures. I’m sure nowhere does it say wear gloves just for show and don’t change them when...

Listen, I’ve eaten enough cheesesteaks to know when I’ve been played—and when I’ve been blessed by the food gods of Broad Street. And let me tell you something right now: Ochinilis Steaks? Straight-up Super Bowl caliber. First off, the staff? Friendlier than Jason Kelce in Mummers gear. They greet you like you just caught the game-winning TD against Dallas. And honestly, that kind of energy makes the steak taste even better. Now let’s talk about that bread. This ain’t some soggy roll disaster. We’re talkin’ fresh, crispy-outside, soft-inside magic that cradles the meat like Brian Dawkins cradles an interception. The meat? Yo, this beef is tender like a love letter to the Vet. Not chewy. Not stringy. Just right. You bite in and the thing practically melts faster than hopes in the Meadowlands. Onions? Perfectly cooked. Not raw, not burnt—just right in that sweet spot like a Jalen Hurts spiral. Look, I’ve made the pilgrimage down to South Philly like any self-respecting Birds fan would—but the beauty of Ochinilis is you don’t have to cross the Walt Whitman or navigate Passyunk traffic to get a cheesesteak that hits like Reggie White on 3rd and long. This baby is top 5 all-time for me, no question. But in the local area? Number 1 seed. Final score: Ochinilis – 38 Other local steaks – 10 (And one of those 10 was a garbage time touchdown.) Fly...

Extra salty and dry cheesesteak! The girl took my order and told me toppings would be free. I told her I would like onions and sweet peppers. The sweet peppers were a 50 cent upcharge and I only found out after checking recepit. So the only "free toppings" are onions. When I got my cheesesteak I noticed the peppers were just sitting on top. Took accouple bites. The cheesesteak was salty and the sweet peppers did not taste like they were cooked. It looked like they took them straight from the jar and just slapped it on top. I tried my partner's cheesesteak and it was fine. My partner suggested to remove the peppers, I did, and it only help a little with the saltiness. I never even asked for salt on my cheesesteak. There was also barely any cheese on my cheesesteak. So clearly my order was messed up and my partner's was not. I guess they messed up and accidentally oversalted mine. Instead of just making a new one, they probably just gave it to me as is to save money on the ingredients. I felt like I wasted $16. Such an incredibly disappointing and expensive first experience....