The storefront is unassuming Walked in. It is clean. "mom" runs the bar. She quickly serves me a yuengling black and tan. It is quiet but big enough to accommodate a rowdy Steelers crowd. I order a bacon wrapped pretzel. The man next to me receives three bags of food and finishes his glass of Chardonnay. There is a menu for martinis, and a rack of domestic beer like Pittsburgh's own Red Eye and The Duke. Other local lites are available. No Stella, but you can get Spaten. It's a Steelers bar with top shelf vodka. Bacon wrapped anything is awesome. Can't wait.