Pittsburgh, PA - July 19 to August 5, 2010Known for such culinary treasures as Primanti Bros and Pamela’s P&G Diner, I’m looking forward to see if Pittsburgh lives up to the hype
Posted 8/29/2010
First stop: Church Brew Works
That’s right, a church converted (hee hee) to a brewery. Can it be called a “Born-Again Brew”? I don’t know.
What I Ate: 7 Onion Soup (cheesy goodness), Sweet Potato Fries (pretty good as well), Sweet and Savory Perogies (the Pole in me jumps for joy), Beer Bread Pudding coupled with Beer-Infused Homemade Cinnamon Ice Cream (this dessert is an absolute must and you would be committing a sin if you came here and didn’t order it)
What I Ate: 7 Onion Soup (cheesy goodness), Sweet Potato Fries (pretty good as well), Sweet and Savory Perogies (the Pole in me jumps for joy), Beer Bread Pudding coupled with Beer-Infused Homemade Cinnamon Ice Cream (this dessert is an absolute must and you would be committing a sin if you came here and didn’t order it)
Next Stop: Primanti Bros
If you came to Pittsburgh and didn’t stop for this sandwich, I wouldn’t speak to you again.
What I Ate: Pastrami and Cheese
It’s a rare moment, in a food-addicted person’s life, when a meal lives up to every single expectation you’ve set for it. The Primanti Bros sandwich, my friends, does exactly that.
I don’t think I can ever eat a sandwich with boring, soggy, iceburg lettuce again. The crunchy, vinegary coleslaw is like biting into little delightful crunches of love and partner this with the greasy salty fries piled high (as promised) on top of the meat and cheese … you’ve got yourself one satisfied foodie.
Do not, I repeat, do not miss this sandwich in Pittsburgh.
What I Ate: Pastrami and Cheese
It’s a rare moment, in a food-addicted person’s life, when a meal lives up to every single expectation you’ve set for it. The Primanti Bros sandwich, my friends, does exactly that.
I don’t think I can ever eat a sandwich with boring, soggy, iceburg lettuce again. The crunchy, vinegary coleslaw is like biting into little delightful crunches of love and partner this with the greasy salty fries piled high (as promised) on top of the meat and cheese … you’ve got yourself one satisfied foodie.
Do not, I repeat, do not miss this sandwich in Pittsburgh.
Please, for the love of God and all that is good and holy …
do NOT miss the Strip in Pittsburgh!
Between Pamela’s P&G Diner (which I was so consumed with the crepe-like hotcakes (far better than pancakes and yes I am doing a parenthesis inside a parenthesis) stuffed with strawberries, brown sugar and sour cream that I didn’t even take a single picture of the food OR Pamela’s) and the Pennsylvania Macaroni Co which, if I lived even remotely close, would literally reduce my life by half by dying of a cholesterol-induced heart attack from the 4 lbs of homemade mozzarella I would consume weekly, the Stip is literally IT.
Go there … NOW.
Between Pamela’s P&G Diner (which I was so consumed with the crepe-like hotcakes (far better than pancakes and yes I am doing a parenthesis inside a parenthesis) stuffed with strawberries, brown sugar and sour cream that I didn’t even take a single picture of the food OR Pamela’s) and the Pennsylvania Macaroni Co which, if I lived even remotely close, would literally reduce my life by half by dying of a cholesterol-induced heart attack from the 4 lbs of homemade mozzarella I would consume weekly, the Stip is literally IT.
Go there … NOW.
One hard-to-pronounce-German word: Hofbräuhaus
Drink this: Bavarian Wheat
Do this: SHOTSKI!
Eat this: Wiener Schnitzel
The only German biergarten in Pittsburgh, if the girls in semi-revealing dresses (nod to the guys) and the men in strapping lederhosen (nod to the, well, girls, I guess) aren’t enough to get you in the door, the beer and food certainly is. Don’t expect to mosy up to the bar and order a small beer seeing as the smallest size they will even consider serving is a bicep-flexing 20 ouncer. Come to drink beer, be happy, enjoy the ever-present live entertainment and the scrumptious Wiener Schnitzel (and yes, laugh like a pre-pubescent boy when you say it to the waitress outloud).
Eins, zwei, drei, DRINK!
Do this: SHOTSKI!
Eat this: Wiener Schnitzel
The only German biergarten in Pittsburgh, if the girls in semi-revealing dresses (nod to the guys) and the men in strapping lederhosen (nod to the, well, girls, I guess) aren’t enough to get you in the door, the beer and food certainly is. Don’t expect to mosy up to the bar and order a small beer seeing as the smallest size they will even consider serving is a bicep-flexing 20 ouncer. Come to drink beer, be happy, enjoy the ever-present live entertainment and the scrumptious Wiener Schnitzel (and yes, laugh like a pre-pubescent boy when you say it to the waitress outloud).
Eins, zwei, drei, DRINK!
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