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| - I stopped in to Pizza Milano both before and after Game 5 yesterday at PPG, and I managed to walk away both times with something that wasn't actually on the menu: Hope. Pizza Milano is the kind of place that reminds me that, yeah, times are hard and things are bad right now, but, America still has a chance--We can do this. There is no aspect of Pizza Milano for which I would have the audacity to even consider trying to propose an improvement. The beer selection is unassailable; the pizza is other-worldy; and I, frankly, get a little emotional sitting here reflecting on how that Labatt looks/feels/tastes through all enchanting aspects of the tap-to-pitcher-to-glass-to-mouth process. Breath taking. And then there's the non-food, intangible, aspects for which no Yelp review will be able to do even a scrap of justice... The staff was some of the nicest, most courteous, and thoughtful restauranteurs with whom I have ever had the pleasure of sitting down and turning up. At Olive Garden, when you're there, you're family... At Pizza Milano, when you're there, you're some sort intrinsically spiritual combination of Tunnel Buddy/Foxhole Companion/Siamese Twin, that I can't even really describe (without tearing up, of course). At any rate, I could go on, but, suffice it to say... Pizza Milano is my Pittsburgh destination for refreshments and fellowship, and I think it should be yours. I personally guarantee that Pizza Milano will change your life. Thank you.
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