There is this bar at the top of Chestnut Hill–McNally’s Tavern–that makes a sandwich that probably should be served with a side order of defibrillator paddles. But it is so good you’ll be smiling all the way to your cardiac bypass.
Named for a customer who kept suggesting different and admittedly unusual ingredients, the Schmitter starts out as your basic cheesesteak on a Kaiser roll, but gets amped up with grilled onions, tomato and (I can barely say this with a straight face) grilled salami and McNally’s special secret sauce. Wipe that look off your face. It really is as outrageously good as it is outrageously fattening. But for those days when you don’t care that you’re just one pigout away from your fat jeans, it decadently hits the spot.
McNally’s is a casual family pub and it’s not unusual to see Mom, Dad and a couple of rugrats scrunched in at the tables near the bar. But you’ll have to look hard to find the place. There is no sign outside. Just a tasteful brass plaque–it is Chestnut Hill after all–on the green door.
8634 Germantown Ave.
Philadelphia, PA 19118