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Peppi's isn't just a spot for lunch. It's a storybook opened to the meat of the climax of one incredible story. To say they have "history" would be a disservice. These guys wrote the book from what I can glean from the pictures sports memorabilia. I had the pleasure of visiting while in Pittsburgh this summer and was thrilled with the product and especially the service.
I had a group of kids with me, so I made sure they didn't have to do too much talking for these fast-paced guys. We ordered a bunch of fries, drinks, and a mixtures of mains. Some of the kiddos decided to go for comforts (i.e. chicken fingers. Lame) but a few of us went for some menu titans. Namely, The Big Wheeler. Holy cow. Quite literally. Steak and sausage with provolone. Pretty unreal. It was a massive sandwich, too. All of the flavors melded together were like the Blues ancients, all of the Steelers and Pirates players, and all of the Ohio riverboat captains together were giving me high-fives. It just felt right. Meaty, greasy, melty, packed with flavor, and delightfully heavy. I felt like more of a complete human after having this sandwich.
Though we were all famished from the seemingly manual labor we were doing, I could only make it through half of it in one sitting.
Also, the owner and all of the folks on the line were incredibly nice. They had grace with our group and made us feel incredibly welcome.
Pro Tip: Make sure you have cash for this location. They have an ATM in-house, but it'll speed things up if you have your own when you walk in.
If I'm ever in Pittsburgh again, Peppi's will be a definite visit. Rock on.
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