Beer on a pedestal, at first it sounds very pittsburgh-y. But after skimming the main menu and receiving four very lonely pierogies on my large plate, I'm thinking the owners were pushing for a french brasserie rather than a neighborhood beer happy joint.
I will say that the waiter was great and the architecture and lighting is beautiful. Unfortunately you can see the poor pizza boy slaving away in the corner to the right of the brass tanks, stuffing dough into the wood-fired oven, trapped in a metal cubicle of cheese and toppings. In the ladies room you can imagine the place where the anxious bride awaited, with her gown on the faded salmon carpet. More renovations await as well I hope.