The Sicilian za hit the spot at 3 AM after some late night booze-related revelries. It did take a half hour for them to make it, but at least that gave ample time for macking on the local ladies who also claimed they were from LA like all starstruck Pittsburgh girls do for some reason in the seating area. However, the guy taking orders would not accept my offer of a 100% tip to bump my order to first in line on the list: Weird.