jet rock bar & grill

Jet Rock Bar & Grill
D Terminal, Philadelphia International Airport, Philadelphia, PA, USA

Looking for the ultimate Philly cheesesteak experience? Yet unable to leave the Philadelphia airport to grab a bite at Pat's, Geno's, or literally any other goddamned place, even a convenience store where you can just suck on an expired frozen Steak-Umm®?

Then consider Jet Rock Bar & Grill, surely the finest and most authentic Philly the City of Brotherly Love has to offer.

Inside the airport.

At least, inside this terminal of the airport.

jet rock bar & grill

Sadly, this bullshit is still the closest I've had to a real Philly cheesesteak in Philly. It's like staring at your Bucket List and wondering halfheartedly whether jumping rope in junior high school might count as bungee jumping. I mean, they both have rope-type things involved, right?!

In other words, congratulations, on technically having a Philly cheesesteak in Philly.

The apathetic staff at Jet Rock couldn't care less what degree of the Philly experience you get here, and perhaps they're right, in that the airport is the last place you should expect to have anything real. It looked to me like the food in the bar area might have been a little better, but from the takeaway side it was fuckin' terrible.

jet rock philly cheesesteak

Philly cheesesteak with American cheese, onions, and peppers, plus a Pepsi … none of this was any good, and all of it made my stomach hurt. Dry, bready, bland, and ultimately just fuckin' insulting. Indeed, Steak-Umms® are a more authentic representation; hell, even Subway's sad attempt at a Philly is more satisfying, and I threw out most of that the one time I tried it.

Jet Rock Bar & Grill is to Philly cheesesteak what Michael Damian is to Daryl Hall; or Andrew Ridgeley to John Oates; Madeleine Brand to Terry Gross; Terry Gross to Tom Snyder; Tom Snyder to Alexis de Toqueville. Like it or not, everyone has a master. 🤷🏽

Review by Baldo, September 2009