After a hard day of mini golf and just generally faffing about, burgers were the only antidote that could have even a hope of putting a dent in our hunger. That, combined with a desire for off-the-beaten-path meats led us to Pittsburgh Burger Company.
Pittsburgh Burger Company is your typical Waterfront business... it's not really my scene, because it's basically a local restaurant housed in the same kind of building that holds your everyday big box chain. We got in, and were seated in the bar area with all of the other riffraff.
Disaster began to strike at this point. We'd been sitting for a few minutes, enjoying our drinks, when one of our number noticed that he was getting dripped on from above. Turns out the condensation from the AC was dripping on him. We got moved to another table, no problem. That table was still a bit drippy, but not nearly as much.
I like the menu here a lot. They give you a list of ingredients and let you assemble your own burger, and there was nothing I wanted to put on mine that I couldn't find on the menu. I got to build my perfect burger. Nice!
The burger was pretty good... definitely not a disappointment, but nothing out of the ordinary. Their fries are awesome, though! And they're bottomless. I made myself sick because of this.
Now, our server. It was almost impressive how many silly little mistakes she made. No single one of the mistakes made were gamebreakers, but I definitely didn't get precisely what I'd ordered, and she basically disappeared on us for a good bit toward the end. Not cool. Ah well, I voted with my dollar, there.
I wasn't too disappointed, but I wouldn't go out of my way to go here again.