roadtrip: pittsburghs best pierogies?
Pittsburgh is absolutely gorgeous. Really, it is. It's brilliantly seated in a valley with mountains on all sides. The first view of the city coming through the tunnel is, itself, well worth the 2 1/2 hour drive from Cleveland.
After cruising around town, checking out the hill neighborhoods and the river views, we settled into the South Side Flats neighborhood, in search of the Bridge Tavern, a place for which I'd been promised to find "the worlds best pierogies".
That's a high standard to live up to.
We drove up and down the South Side Flats, looking for the tavern. I was really impressed with what Pittsburgh has done with itself in the ten or so years since I've last been there. South Side seemed to have several miles of uninterupted Bohemian life: Cafes, pubs, restaurants, botiques, theaters, tattoo joints, rock venues. The whole deal.
Folks were everywhere. It was a spectacular, starry evening, and everyone was up for a night out. I'm not kidding when I say that Pittsburghs entertainment district was more happening than what I see in larger cities like San Francisco and Seattle. Perhaps it's that the entertainment district is more concentrated here, but cities of this size, and larger could seemingly learn alot from Pittsburgh. Everything seemed just right.
Anyhow, walking, and Shopping, around all day I had worked up an appetite, so we bellied up to the Bridge Tavern bar for some pierogies. When I mentioned to the bartender that we'd come from Cleveland, on a recommendation by some random bloke on an internet travel sight, for Pittsburghs best pierogies, she just laughed. "You must have meant to visit the Bloomingfield Bridge Tavern, we serve up Mrs. T's here ..."
Indeed! As it turns out, there are two Bridge Taverns in Pittsburgh: one that specializes in delicious, homemade pyrohy - and a beer and shot joint. I found myself in the beer and shot joint. "Don't worry, it happens more often than you'd expect, have a Staub, and I'll make sure the kitchen takes care of you."
All was not lost. We may not have had homemade pierogies that night, but we did have a plateful of Mrs. T's, done up in a mess of "metal rippin" buffalo sauce. A nice, unbelievably tasty idea. Straub was flowing, freely, and the folks in the Birmingham Bridge Tavern were quite accomodating to their guests. Never mind that we come from BrownsTown.
After cruising around town, checking out the hill neighborhoods and the river views, we settled into the South Side Flats neighborhood, in search of the Bridge Tavern, a place for which I'd been promised to find "the worlds best pierogies".
That's a high standard to live up to.
We drove up and down the South Side Flats, looking for the tavern. I was really impressed with what Pittsburgh has done with itself in the ten or so years since I've last been there. South Side seemed to have several miles of uninterupted Bohemian life: Cafes, pubs, restaurants, botiques, theaters, tattoo joints, rock venues. The whole deal.
Folks were everywhere. It was a spectacular, starry evening, and everyone was up for a night out. I'm not kidding when I say that Pittsburghs entertainment district was more happening than what I see in larger cities like San Francisco and Seattle. Perhaps it's that the entertainment district is more concentrated here, but cities of this size, and larger could seemingly learn alot from Pittsburgh. Everything seemed just right.
Anyhow, walking, and Shopping, around all day I had worked up an appetite, so we bellied up to the Bridge Tavern bar for some pierogies. When I mentioned to the bartender that we'd come from Cleveland, on a recommendation by some random bloke on an internet travel sight, for Pittsburghs best pierogies, she just laughed. "You must have meant to visit the Bloomingfield Bridge Tavern, we serve up Mrs. T's here ..."
Indeed! As it turns out, there are two Bridge Taverns in Pittsburgh: one that specializes in delicious, homemade pyrohy - and a beer and shot joint. I found myself in the beer and shot joint. "Don't worry, it happens more often than you'd expect, have a Staub, and I'll make sure the kitchen takes care of you."
All was not lost. We may not have had homemade pierogies that night, but we did have a plateful of Mrs. T's, done up in a mess of "metal rippin" buffalo sauce. A nice, unbelievably tasty idea. Straub was flowing, freely, and the folks in the Birmingham Bridge Tavern were quite accomodating to their guests. Never mind that we come from BrownsTown.
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