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When I arrived in Pittsburgh, Chris and I talked about all manner of things photographic. As Chris is very well traveled, he spoke of some of the places that he has been and of the different cuisines that he has sampled, noting that each area and culture had their certain dish that one might find memorable.

Naturally, I wanted to know about Pittsburgh. He started this topic to, in effect, warn me that Pittsburgh had no such food items. I told him that I wanted to try something uniquely Pittsburgh. All that I can say is that … Well, I asked for it! He told me that Pittsburgh food was, in a word, bad.

As I write this, I’m still trying to digest what it was that I ate. Notice the choice of words: what it was that I ate. I didn’t say the word … Food.

Chris took me to a diner named Primanti Brothers. This, back in the seventies was a truck stop. The truckers, as it is told, wanted the convenience of having everything on their sandwich; therefore, all sandwiches come with slaw and French fries on them. Yep! That’s right. All sandwiches contain slaw and fries on them.

I looked on the menu above the grill and decided on the cheese steak sandwich. Pictured here is what I received. Two pieces of french bread, slaw, fries, tomato, cheese, and something resembling, in color only, meat. Honestly, i’m not sure what it was, but am pretty sure that it wasn’t steak, or hamburger for that matter, and not really sure if it was meat.
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I took a bite – and another. I remarked to Chris: well, you did warn me. The food isn’t awful, nor inedible, but it can be said that it is quite mediocre. We both laughed. He said – that’s what I was telling you. I told him that I was glad that I came to experience it, but would never visit this place again. Ughhhhh. Well, it was an experience.

Next stop: Pittsburgh, PA
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