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| - This looks like a "Hipster" place-which puts me on the defensive almost immediately. The barren room, communal tables, and minimalist menu are all flags that ring the alarm bells in my noggin-shouting "you'd better either show me somethin' I ain't seen before, or you better be DAMNED good at what you do".
As much as I mistrust Hipster places, there is usually one point of solace for these jernts, and that's the fact there will always be esoteric booze/brew choices on the Carte. Pig and Chicken did not disappoint.
I drink Rye Whiskey, and in my short time in Pittsburgh I had noticed a local something called "Wigle White Rye", which was my pre-prandial quaff. It was an un-aged Rye-in other words, legal moonshine. I dig Grappa, Marc and such; so the high-octane whallop of a white booze was not a shock. The flavors were unique and provoking. OK Pig and Chicken, You have my attention.
I ordered a combo plate of Ribs, Pork Shoulder and Fried Chicken. The dish came with no sides, and I let the meat be the star.
The platter came, and it was a bare metal rectangle on a wood base. There was a red and white checked paper highlight, matching the decor on the far wall. Visual appeal: very good.
The Chicken was yummy with a crunchy, tasty crust. I was out to have a good time, not to analyze, so I don't have a clue how to describe what the Chix tasted like, beyond "very very good". Round one, so far, so good.
The Ribs were meaty with a great great dry rub. Spicy but not too hot. Stripped right off the bone, and not too fatty. Mouth happy.
The Pork was really fine. NOT overtly fatty as BBQ pork can be. A fine flavorful meat.
Three out of three. Not bad, not bad at all.
There were two sauces on the table-a "trad" sauce and a Vinegar-pepper "mop" sauce.. Both quite good, although truth be told, the meat didn't NEED either.
There was a BUNCH of food, and I left most of the Chicken Breast, and the dregs of the Pork on the plate. (Didn't take it with me, 'cos I had an early morning call). I made sure to tell the waitress the food left on my plate was there 'cos I was full and not dissatsified.
Sometimes You can't judge a book by its cover. I think the interior designer was a hipster. The Chef de Cuisine truly had some talent. I never thought that I'd find great Q in Pittsburgh (of all places). As I was a guest, I had no input to where we dined. I might have passed this place by, due to my hipster aversion-but I was pleasantly, pleasantly surprised.
A great feed, by all counts...
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