9/24/2010
The last stop on our journey was the Primanti Bros. sandwich shop. Again, some cosmic force was trying to stop us. When we got back to our car the parking lot was completely sealed in. Obviously, in order make twenty more bucks the parking lot guy let cars park in the entrance, so we had no escape. He must have believed everyone parking there was going to the game, which would continue for several more hours. And of course, parking lot guy was nowhere to be found. Luckily, we were parked facing the road. We gritted our teeth and just gunned it over the curb.
Primanti Bros. was truly a few minutes away and fairly empty as they waited for the after-game crowd, which we could now verify as a Pirates game thanks to the TVs in the restaurant. Greasy man-food, their shtick is that on the first day of business the brothers forgot to buy plates and silverware. Their solution: cram all the side dishes (like French fries and coleslaw) right into the sandwich, and serve the concoction on sheets of wax paper. A legend was born, etc., etc. What you get is full, very fast, because your entire meal is all in once place for you. The ambience is nice, the service was great, and if you’re going to eat standard bar food they’ve got a simple gimmick that works.
When we left, Houston and Pittsburgh were tied. Go Steelers! Um… I mean Pirates!
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