A couple of weekends ago, we found ourselves out late on a Saturday night and determined that it was the perfect time for both of us to try one fresh, together. The line was enormous-- we waited for 45 minutes. Several people actually left while we were there because the wait was so long. Problem? Not nearly enough ovens for the pizza. The guy behind the counter said that they weren't used to this many people. Most people were ordering the pizza, which were made individually and by hand to order. I think that perhaps there is a way to roll out the crust in advance-- this is what took most of the time. Since the pizza was so labor-intensive, there were fewer people working the sandwich line than there might have been. We-- or really, Terry, as I was instructed to grab a table to spare my feet from standing forever-- ordered two cheesesteaks, prepared the same way as he ordered a week or two before.
I may need to try the pizza, because even fresh, these really weren't worth the wait. The beef was bland, the sauce had a distinct tinned taste, and the bread was again a little stale. Terry is a bit more positive about them than I am, but I just don't get it. I would, however, like to try the pizza-- they looked cheesy and delicious. The next time we find ourselves out that late, we'll try the pizza.