Salud was our welcoming meal upon arrival in Pittsburg, PA (not to be mistaken with the Burg in the Bay Area). As we entered, the man behind the bar, formally known as the Bartender, took our order, served us, everything. It was a caucasian establishment, not tapped at the source, if you will. I had the Cuban sandwich and am not mad at all, it was on point. The lechon sandwich was almost just as good. Little to my knowledge, the same song played on repeat the entire time we were there. I guess all the years in Spanish clubs have made me oblivious to it. It all sounds the same anyways.