Your lips are attempting to distract me from the heinous crime you're committing.
That's what I said to the urinal in the Men's room at the Harris Grill. The urinal that is a bright-red lipped mouth is a fine idea; however, you blew it when you placed it within 6 inches of the sink, sans partition.
Having said that...Harris Grill left a taste in my mouth that wasn't the pink urinal puck...it was of the fine Belgian Ale on tap (a clean tap with ample choices from Troeg to Belgian seasonals) and the half-price wings that were keeping me sweaty on the chilly September Pittsburgh patio. Harris Grill goes down as the first place I fully enjoyed a wing sauce that wasn't Buffalo...their Jamaican Jerk made me boogie.
The pulled pork and slaw was traditional, which I appreciated.
Forgo the thought you'll park close to Harris...it's tucked in a great neighborhood...embrace the walk. Embrace the heat of the wings. Embrace what local joints in Pittsburgh have to offer.