McGonagle's Philly Cheesesteak
1231 Highland Avenue
National City, Ca.
Where their slogan is "You can't beat our meat"
Having previously eaten at every cheese steak place in the county, it was only a matter of time until we checked the new place out. It happened this morning when we had to visit Sharp Hospital in Chula Vista to pick up the medical records from when the wife got slammed in the head with that kid's booster chair at work, which may prove to be the trigger for her subsequent epilepsy.
And even though I'm not supposed to eat beef anymore, I just couldn't help myself and had the small (6") mushroom cheesesteak with white American cheese for me, small steak san for the wife, small fries and a Coke. The total was $13 and coin but I didn't hear it correctly (I thought he said $17) so I told the wife to throw the change in the tip jar.
I should probably mention that there is no on-street parking and very little in back.
They use the Amoroso bun but the meat may be pre-cooked as it didn't take the guy any time at all to fill our order and he was the only one there, doing morning set up, taking orders and answering the phone, etc. It was flavorful and definitely affordable and we'd come back should we find ourselves over that way again...
No. 182
Sultan Kebab & Baklava
131 Jamacha Road
El Cajon, Ca.
619-440-1901
http://www.sultanbaklava.com/
Hours: 10:00 a.m.–9:00 p.m. daily
We've driven right by this place at least a couple of times a week for the past year but never managed to stop until we saw a review in the Union Trib...
As I can't eat most everything because of my health, The Darla did the honors today. She ordered the Adana Kebab; essentially a spiced beef kebab platter with rice, salad, yogurt and a gigantic sheet of flat bread.
It's named after Adana, a town in south central Turkey (I lived near Izmir, on Turkey's west coast, with weather very similar to San Diego).
For dessert, she had pistachio and walnut baklava and something resembling deep fried honey (the guy behind the counter spoke little English so we're not really sure what to call it). All of the desserts were exceedingly sweet, as was the always free Turkish tea (imagine 2 sugar cubes in a tiny little 2 ounce cup of tea and you get the idea)...
The meal was $10, $3 more for the desserts plus tax; for a grand total of $18 after the $3 plus tip.
Everything was good, portions were more than generous (The Darla made an omelet from the leftovers the next morning), the place was clean, staff was attentive to the customer and they have one heck of a bakery case...
I only had a brief opportunity to speak with a member of the family who tells us they came from Ankara approximately 4 years ago.
A note about the importance of tea in Turkey: it's THE social lubricant, especially since alcohol is frowned upon* and it's virtually impossible to escape as there are young boys with brass trays of hot tea everywhere, summonable by a snap of the fingers at hundreds of local shops throughout the city. They magically appear with their trays, small gold-rimmed glass tea cups, small spoons and a pyramid of sugar cubes.
*My dad bought a brand new 64 Chevy (green with a white top, 4 doors and inline 6 cylinder engine) to sell when we got to Turkey as new American cars went for a serious premium at the time and generally became taxi cabs for the rest of their lives.
After liberally plying the buyer with a couple of bottles of Chivas Regal, they arrived at a price ($6000 for a car my dad had paid $2300 cash for in Southern Illinois, then drove around for another year there in Turkey). The new owner would then pay another $6500 in taxes to the Turkish government and have the car stripped down to the frame, which they would then strengthen and put back together before it ever saw duty on the streets of Izmir.
When it was time to leave, my dad asked if he could get them a cab home and the new owner said "Don't worry, the car knows the way..."
131 Jamacha Road
El Cajon, Ca.
619-440-1901
http://www.sultanbaklava.com/
Hours: 10:00 a.m.–9:00 p.m. daily
We've driven right by this place at least a couple of times a week for the past year but never managed to stop until we saw a review in the Union Trib...
As I can't eat most everything because of my health, The Darla did the honors today. She ordered the Adana Kebab; essentially a spiced beef kebab platter with rice, salad, yogurt and a gigantic sheet of flat bread.
It's named after Adana, a town in south central Turkey (I lived near Izmir, on Turkey's west coast, with weather very similar to San Diego).
For dessert, she had pistachio and walnut baklava and something resembling deep fried honey (the guy behind the counter spoke little English so we're not really sure what to call it). All of the desserts were exceedingly sweet, as was the always free Turkish tea (imagine 2 sugar cubes in a tiny little 2 ounce cup of tea and you get the idea)...
The meal was $10, $3 more for the desserts plus tax; for a grand total of $18 after the $3 plus tip.
Everything was good, portions were more than generous (The Darla made an omelet from the leftovers the next morning), the place was clean, staff was attentive to the customer and they have one heck of a bakery case...
I only had a brief opportunity to speak with a member of the family who tells us they came from Ankara approximately 4 years ago.
A note about the importance of tea in Turkey: it's THE social lubricant, especially since alcohol is frowned upon* and it's virtually impossible to escape as there are young boys with brass trays of hot tea everywhere, summonable by a snap of the fingers at hundreds of local shops throughout the city. They magically appear with their trays, small gold-rimmed glass tea cups, small spoons and a pyramid of sugar cubes.
*My dad bought a brand new 64 Chevy (green with a white top, 4 doors and inline 6 cylinder engine) to sell when we got to Turkey as new American cars went for a serious premium at the time and generally became taxi cabs for the rest of their lives.
After liberally plying the buyer with a couple of bottles of Chivas Regal, they arrived at a price ($6000 for a car my dad had paid $2300 cash for in Southern Illinois, then drove around for another year there in Turkey). The new owner would then pay another $6500 in taxes to the Turkish government and have the car stripped down to the frame, which they would then strengthen and put back together before it ever saw duty on the streets of Izmir.
When it was time to leave, my dad asked if he could get them a cab home and the new owner said "Don't worry, the car knows the way..."
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