Anyone with a brain will instantly recognize that this place is not about the food AT ALL. It's about its function on the South Side; the Dream House for all the Ken and Barbie types. You will find Pittsburgh guido / yinzer OAFS eagerly paying through the hose for over-priced meat in hopes of wooing one of the many ex-sorority, Louis Vuitton bag hag bar WENCHES. For the poor OAFS who slobber over these WENCHES with their wallets, this watering hole is their surest spot to buy tuna. As for the WENCHES; it is the perfect place to parade the whitest teeth, highest heels, and blondest roots. This restaurant is the pole-dancing embodiment of what your average black and gold bleedin' yinzer believes to be upscale. Case in point, a hand-soap-offering attendant in the men's restroom; truly ridiculous........... just smacks of a naive pretentiousness that only the provincial mind-set of a South Side bar-barian would find 'classy'. I guess I'm not one for 'classy' restaurants anyway; they are always way too tacky.