So, we stuck to the 'hood and ventured to Fiesta III in Chestnut Hill for cheesesteaks. However, the Workgirl's boyfriend, we'll call him "Jim" (long story), wanted a hoagie. A steak, no cheese, hoagie to be exact - with lettuce, tomato, onion and mayo.
For just $5.95, he got his wish. On a very nice, warm, non-seeded roll. Small, though; but decent enough, 'sez Jim. He was pleased with the chopped lettuce (unlike us gals, he doesn't like Lenny's use of actual lettuce leaves) and the overall taste.
Now, Fiesta III [not I, not II, but III] has a cheesesteak my dad drools over: with cheese and steak and pepperoni and mayo and fried onions and oil and spices and whatever else you might want on it [I call it "a heart attack waiting to happen"], but Jimbo had to have his hoagie.
For a quick pick-up, decent price and good hoagie, Fiesta delivered.
