We wandered into this place by asking The Food Gods where we should eat after our touristicalness of the Hockey Hall of Fame. The Food Gods steered us right. Tucked away in a row of unremarkable eateries is this remarkable gem. As a Fat American Tourist I know a thing or thirty-seven about eating.
It's small. We sat at the bar with chef Dustin and Alex who was working the following night and was in the apprenticeship phase. Alex looks Sidney Crosby's twin brother. Alex if you get low on cash and scruples you could make a small mint hawking autographs in Pittsburgh.
Fun beverage menu. Good bartender. Food was a delight. The watermelon salad was refreshing, the tongue sandwich was tender and chock full of flavor. Get the Peking Duck platter. Be prepared to argue over who gets to hog the rice and duck confit. Then realize the portion is generous enough for three.
Fun, good, excellent value. If the wife hadn't been in a hurry to get back to the hotel and sleep I'd have stayed and drank/ate my way through the menu.