Don't bust out the pitchforks but I may have committed the ultimate faux pas in Pittsburgh history. I went into Primantis and ordered the spaghetti. "Wait, what?!" you say. Let me explain.
I was a young and innocent city transplant and was taken to Primantis by a very insistent local. I noticed a chalkboard sign for spaghetti while trying to deciper the menu. Sold. I walk up to the counter, and with a shamefully straight face, place my order. Crickets. I guess I appeared so adamant that they actually brought out some chefboyardee in a styrofoam bowl.
I slid into the booth and happily munched on my canned noodles while my date buried his head in his hands.
The noodles are top notch but I hear the sandwichs are even better.