Steve's Prince of Steaks — Restaurant in Philadelphia

Alright listen up, my family and I were celebrating my birthday and drove 5-6 hours to Philadelphia for a great experience and one of my biggest reasons a CHEESESTEAK, we have originally have been going to the restaurant Max’s Cheesesteak but unfortunately the line was to long, we went to are hotel asking the employees where are any good cheesesteaks and one guy speaks up, talking about Steve’s and kisses his hand about how “good it is and how it is better than Max’s” so as how we were tourists we listened to the guy and went to order are food. As soon as I walk in we are greeted by the rude employee rushing as the president of the U.S. was standing right behind us, as he was writing the orders down he was writing in some weird codes him and the dudes in the back can understand (the codes were mixed with symbols and letters) and it seems he was trying to conserve the paper. I felt in my stomach that this place was going to be terrible but I was to hungry to care, as I paid for my steak it was 11.00 for a 9 inch steak (as I should add) I wanted some fries to go with and he said “You have to order fries at the other window” as he claimed you can only order steaks at that window, as I listened I ordered my from the separate window which were 5 dollars for fries that didn’t even have a dab of seasoning when I received them as I had to apply my own salt and pepper.. As soon as I got to my room I take a bite of my sub and is delivered with a dry piece of meat, I ignored after the first 3 bites then had gotten very annoyed of the steak was very dry and scarce and for the fries the were absolutely TERRIBLE I would of order McDonald’s fries over them anyday.. If you are a tourist of philly please do not believe the hype of the locals and find a business that you would like and eat there. I would not feed my dog this food. My first authentic Philly cheesesteak and was very...

I have eaten at Steve’s Prince of steaks over the years, both at the Mayfair location and the Center City location. Not sure if those two locations are even there anymore. However, my daughter wanted a cheesesteak, so I said, how about we drive Steve’s on the boulevard so we did. Inside itself was very clean, and the gentleman taking our order was very pleasant. However as soon as I saw the ATM I knew it was a cash only place. I wasn’t happy about that but it is what it is. I ordered a pizza steak with fried onions and my daughter got a cheesesteak with wiz. The meat itself appeared to be of better quality than some steak places, and cooked flat instead of how a lot of places cook it chopped up in smaller pieces. It had a nice flavor and the meat was tender. The fried onions paired nicely with the meat. Overall the steak was good. However, I feel the meat could have been seasoned a little with at least a little salt and pepper, and it could of had slightly more cheese and sauce on it. The price was also a little steep for the size of the sandwich but I will assume it’s because it is potentially a better cut of meat. Bottom line is, it was good and I would eat here again, but it wasn’t in my Top Ten of local cheesesteaks. On the wall there was mention of “Best of” awards for Steve’s but they were years old…one date that stuck in my head was ‘92. You make good steaks for sure. But if you want to make great steaks…you might want to visit some local competitors to see where...

As the Dark Knight prowling through the streets of Northeast Philadelphia, I stumbled upon "Steve's - Prince of Steaks," intrigued by its reputation as a haven for cheesesteak aficionados. Entering the humble establishment incognito, I ordered using the expected protocol - cheese type, wit or witout onions. The Whiz Witout was a testament to the city's culinary prowess. The aroma of sizzling steak and melted cheese filled the air, enticing even the most stoic crime fighter.

With each bite of the savory masterpiece, I couldn't help but appreciate the symphony of flavors dancing on my taste buds. The tender steak, perfectly grilled and nestled within a soft roll, harmonized flawlessly with the creamy tang of the warm Whiz. It was a culinary revelation, a beacon of comfort amidst the chaos of my nightly patrols, reminding me that even in the darkest of nights, there exists a slice of joy to be found.

As I bid farewell to "Steve's - Prince of Steaks," a sense of satisfaction washed over me, knowing that within its unassuming walls lay a sanctuary for all seeking respite from the trials of the day. With the memory of the Whiz Witout lingering on my unfolded greesy wrapper, I departed with a newfound appreciation for the simple pleasures that unite us all, regardless of our cape or cowl. Steve's had earned its place as a beacon of culinary excellence in the heart of Northeast Philadelphia, a testament to the enduring spirit of community and camaraderie that defines the City of...