The Chris half of ayersian and Bruce are sitting at the counter, waiting for their cheesesteak and zep, when an elderly gentleman approaches the register. Says the woman at the register, loud enough for half the place to hear: “Next time you decide to use the ladies room, put the seat down!” It sounds meaner on the page than it really was. They obviously have a history. That’s life at Lou’s. There’s no such thing as anonymity. Unlike at that Italian chain, when you’re here, you really are treated like family!
We were sampling cheesesteaks, and Lou’s does call itself a “Steak Shop” (at least on some signs), so we gave one a try, with Whiz and onions. Lou’s cheesesteak is wonderful! That chewy-soft Conshy bread is the ideal mitt for a hot beef, cheese, and onion sandwich. If you don’t want to eat a zep you sacrifice nothing by choosing the cheesesteak.
Lou’s spins their shakes from ice cream, and delivers it to you in an icy cold stainless steel vessel. Even on a frigid winter’s afternoon it feels good to grasp the chilled shake container covered with condensation. There’s enough vanilla shake here to keep your cup topped off throughout your meal.
“Please Pass Me Those Delicious Sandwiches From…” And while you’re at it, could you also send over the jar of crushed peppers?
They are ex-husband-and-wife. Moments before this was snapped, he grabbed a boob for the camera.
Seating is either in the ancient wooden booths to the left or, if you really want to be part of the action, at the ample counter.
There is no more soulful sandwich shop in the Philadelphia area.
I totally forgot about the boob grab — that was hilarious! They totally made us feel like regulars.
That’s what it was like last time we were there, too. Lou’s has a lot of character.