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| - The William Penn Tavern is just a good place to have a cheap, decent beer, some light bar food, and catch a Pittsburgh sports game. The place is usually packed with sports fans for any Pirates, Penguins or Steelers game.
The three dollar signs are totally busted. It should be one dollar sign. I got two 12 oz microbrews, six hot wings and an entree for $16, which in my opinion is cheap as hell.
The wings come in all kinds of varieties of sauces. No matter what kind of flavor, they will be nestled in a pool of grease, I promise. My personal favorite is the "Kitchen Sink" which has notes of chili, garlic, parmesean and maybe even Ginger. Just the right amount of spice, and far more grease than necessary. Hey, they're only 40 cents each on Tuesdays.
Pass on the food, enjoy the atmosphere. I sat at the bar in between a homeless Vietnam Vet (who counted out the 40 cent wings bill in change) and two Chinese engineers working on some big project for Carnegie Mellon, while Pirates fans all around shouted at the screen because their baseball team sucks. My kinda clientele, basically.
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