10/10/2026
No doubt the biggest thrill in the game for me is getting my hands on the limited run eats from pizzas in driveways to burgers you have to plan weeks in advance for a chance but I swear after this one, I’ll be chasing that dragon forever. The best cheesesteak in Philly doesn’t come from a household name or a century old landmark that won’t accept Cooper as the the god of cheese, it comes from a spot that doesn’t even have it on their menu, sort of. Dance Robot is an 80s nostalgia fueled Japanese bar/tavern featuring amazing takes on comfort classics with Western influence none more impressive than Philly’s favorite sandwich. Their adaptation may just be the single greatest plate I’ve ever got my hands on but the rush of securing one of ten per night elevates the experience to another level. Hand shaved dry aged ribeye gets seared medium rare with an intense crust and flavor in itself topped with Japanese wh***ey infused peppers and onions that are almost reduced to a jam then topped with a cheese sauce that includes Cooper and New School American on a sourdough seeded roll with I think kewpie mayo. To steal a line from the late Chef Tony, it’s sublime. This transcends far beyond what the cheesesteak was meant to be and more about what it could be. It’s deserving of the hype and exclusivity, the feeling of relief when they say yes we have them and the victorious roar you want to let out when the dish is placed in front of you. If you call yourself a foodie you know those emotions, you live for it. Out of everything I’ve tried in 2026 so far, this just takes it.