Senatore Sandwiches — Restaurant in Sparta Township

They say you lose 7 pounds when you die. Not by coincidence, I myself lost 7 pounds during my first meal at Senatore Sandwiches. During my experience, I seemingly had done the impossible. I skipped dying all together and went straight to Heaven. The food in Heaven was abundant and comprised of Senatore's cheesesteak, smash burger, fresh cuts (fries for the layman's), and a deep fried glizzy (see: hot dog). Time lost all meaning as I devoured my prized items and wondered what all my loved ones were up to back on Earth. Surely they wanted to join me, but alas this trip was a solo one and lucky enough for them, it turned out to be a roundtrip ticket. I would be able to tell them my tale in this review.

The cheboygah was smashed, crisp, and juicy. It housed itself within a bun that appeared to be more sesame seed than bun. How is that possible, you may ask. The answer lies within the walls of this foundation of flavor. The abundance of these seeds made me wonder if I were to plant one of these buns outside would it grow into a sesame tree? Are there sesame trees? Is that a thing? I will never find out unfortunately as I refuse to do anything with these buns aside from ingesting them with rapid execution due to their irresistible flavor and texture. The grass-fed beef rushed through my system and landed in my muscle tissue, waiting for reps during my future workouts. I cried a little bit but wiped away the tear before anyone noticed. Just then I realized I could always use the excuse that it was a bit spicy with the jalapenos on there. I let the tears stream down my face as I exchanged dips between burger sauce and mango sauce. That's correct Mango as in ManGo get yourself one of these burgers before I eat all of them and there's none left for you.

The cheesesteak nestled its way into my hopeful hands. Comprised of fresh shaved ribeye, poblano peppers, queso Americano, and grilled onions it slept peacefully inside a submarine roll. The way the whole thing went down was nothing short of a magical performance. Elegant and divine, I destroyed this sandwich as I floated around in the clouds just past the Pearly Gates.

Fries? Fresh Cuts? It didn't stop. I tell you it was a constant grab of my hand for more crisp potato gold. When would I be able to breathe again, I thought as I exchanged bites of fresh cuts and entrees. Surely the only time to gasp for air would be after I consumed all of this goodness. Only then would I rest...

The glizzy was nothing short of a throat rocket that burst through my digestive system. Fried? Oh my! Once upon a time, this location was Pott's Hot Dogs which was a place many know had created some wonderful deep fried dogs for all of the children the land holds. Now Senatore's tips its hat to this memory bathing its glizzies in vats of peanut oil.

When my food was done, I stepped outside. I could smell Lake Mohawk and felt the sun on my face. Was it all a dream? The only way I could find out was to return another day. Which I did. And will continue to do so until I run...

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Cheesesteak That Resurrected Me

I thought I was fine. Just a guy grabbing lunch. Then I bit into the ribeye cheesesteak from Senatore Sandwiches, and everything before that moment blurred into grayscale. The meat? Let’s talk about the meat. This isn’t some overcooked, chopped-up mystery beef. This is juicy, marbled ribeye—seared to a perfect crust, tender through the middle, and so richly seasoned it practically sings. It doesn't hide behind sauce or cheese; it leads. It's steak that respects itself. You taste every bite like it owes you something—and somehow, it pays up.

Now the bread—God, the bread. You ever bite into a roll that understood the assignment? It’s soft enough to bite clean through but sturdy enough to hold that molten stack of ribeye, melted cheese, and grilled onions without falling apart. Slightly crusty edge, a golden warmth to the crumb, no cheap fluff here. It’s not a bun. It’s a vessel.

The staff? Warm like you've been there ten times, even if it's your first. They move fast, crack a joke, and make the food like they actually care how your day’s going to turn out. You can tell there’s pride in that kitchen. These people are sandwich surgeons. And they don’t just do cheesesteaks—smashburgers, turkey clubs, pastrami melts, a BLT that actually means it, even seared oyster mushrooms with gouda for the veggie heads.

Yeah, the prices are a little high. So what? Worth. Every. Cent. Don't even blink. You’re not just paying for a sandwich—you’re investing in a better version of yourself.

And the fries... I wasn’t going to get them. I thought I didn’t need them. But these fries? These fries are cut with purpose. Crispy, golden, full of soul. Best I’ve had in a long time. No gimmicks, no grease puddle—just perfectly fried potatoes that reminded me what joy tastes like.

Best cheesesteak I’ve had in years. Maybe ever. I came in hungry. I left questioning everything I thought I knew about sandwiches. I’m dying inside—but in the best way. Like I’ve finally...

You know that moment when you unwrap a hot sandwich and the steam hits your face like a savory wave? That’s what you get at Senatore Sandwiches — especially with their Philly cheesesteak. First thing that hits you is the smell: rich, buttery, sizzling beef with that unmistakable aroma of grilled onions and melted cheese — like comfort food turned up to eleven.

The bread is a masterpiece on its own. Slightly crusty on the outside, soft and warm inside, like it’s been hugging that steak for just the right amount of time. It holds everything without getting soggy, but never feels dry. There’s this subtle chew to it that makes every bite feel deliberate.

The steak? Thin-sliced, tender, and juicy — not greasy, just perfectly cooked and seasoned to the point that you almost don’t need cheese... but then the cheese hits. It's velvety and molten, wrapping around the meat and onions like a warm blanket. Depending on what you get (whiz, provolone, or American), it either adds a sharp edge or a creamy smoothness that just blends beautifully.

Every bite has texture — that perfect balance of soft bread, sizzling beef, stringy cheese, and the pop of peppers or onions if you add them. It’s a little salty, a little sweet from the caramelized onions, and a whole lot of umami. It fills your mouth and leaves your fingers just greasy enough to know it’s legit.

If you’re chasing that “true” Philly experience without making the trip to Philly — Senatore Sandwiches is it. This isn’t fast food, it’s flavor craftsmanship. The kind of sandwich you daydream about midweek and would drive out of your way...