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| - YESSSS the Dirty O! Yes, the floors are sticky and the bathrooms are nightmarish. Yes, the people are surly. But who cares! You really won't find better fries anywhere. When you walk in, walk immediately past the hot dog counter (they're okay but not important) back to the fry counter. If you are with 3 or fewer people, get a small--it'll be more than enough. I'd come in with a group of seven and get a medium ("serves 3-4") and it was always MORE than enough. Purists will claim you don't need anything but salt on the fries, but I always liked that ersatz cheese sauce. It lent just a touch of class to the whole experience. It's basically the same thing as a Mornay, yo!
And the fries? Hot, crispy, fluffy on the inside, glistening with oil that burns your tongue when you put it in your mouth. The oil probably hasn't been changed since 1974, but that's part of the charm. Anyone who's anyone knows these fries are where it's at. Forget Five Guys, screw Point Brugge--this is the true Pittsburgh potato-based food experience.
DO NOT GET THE PIZZA WHATEVER YOU DO. I DON'T CARE HOW DRUNK YOU ARE. You always hear stories of various heinous crimes happening here late at night, but I've never known anyone who's ever had anything happen to them personally--it's always something that happened to a guy a friend of a friend's cousin knows, or you read about them happening at some ungodly hour of the night in the Post-Gazette. Don't let that scare you off! This is a Pittsburgh institution and for good reason.
Oh, also I saw Dan Marino here one time and didn't recognize him and everyone made fun of me. The end.
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