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| - Pittsburgh Bound! Part VI
I moved to Atlanta in December of last year from Pittsburgh and had yet to be back. Virtually every Labor Day weekend of my entire life was spent in Pittsburgh with my parents, as my birthday falls within the window. I promised my folks that I would make a long weekend out of it, and head on home. The following reviews are a step-by-step account of the long weekend. Enjoy!
(For part V, go to: http://www.yelp.com/review_share/XO8oVmObhdsGT1Blrby2-w/review/u9-OxNypeTIcnD6dBuLb9A?fsid=4oLsiunZ6p5Vz1h7XdLLXg)
A small section of Penn Ave., Smallman St., and Liberty Ave. make up the Strip District; an iconic marketplace that came to fruition in the early 1900's as a practical necessity in the heart of a steel town teeming with shift workers just looking for something to eat.
The Strip was initially a business hub with serious contenders placing offices within its confines. US Steel, ALCOA, Westinghouse, and Heinz were all aligned down the street that boasted the best in local food wholesale, grocery stores, and restaurants.
Not much has changed in a century. The Strip is still one of the hottest spots in the Burgh. If you are going to Pittsburgh in the near future, make sure to carve out a slice of time to experience the sights, sounds, smells, and tastes that the Strip District has to offer. Locals flock to the Strip on a weekly basis, and tourists who are checking it out will immediately notice that there isn't the least bit of a tourist-trap feel to it. The Strip is a genuine culmination of local cuisine, epicurean diversity, and a place where there are few, if any ingredients, that aren't within a block's reach of wherever you are standing.
Meat purveyors, cheese mongers, and a variety of street vendors serve up such delicacies as pierogies, grilled chicken satay, raw oysters, and even homemade dog treats.
I didn't need anything. My mom didn't need anything. But we knew that if I was in town, we were going to do what we always do when I'm home and wrestle through the throngs of people, knowing that even if we came home empty-handed, at least we experienced the minor chaos.
After two minutes of entering Wholey's I came to the realization that this is the first time in my entire life where I wasn't driving back to my home after visiting with my parents. A first, I had to board a plane to go home to Atlanta, which created a severe limitation on what I could buy. Whatever I got, I had to eat before I left which was perfectly fine with me.
The Strip District is definitely a place worthy of visiting when you're in town.
(For part VII, go to: http://www.yelp.com/review_share/hsRjct8UiUHU54B983GmcA/review/5q1GTAV1pUIq_BgCnNNY-A?fsid=oxxZiKVdfoPZvy9nBFr2AQ)
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