Today, I decided to kill a few birds with one stone. I am writing to the prompt, reviving an old series from the blog (Tiffany Trivia), and addressing the "random facts about me" meme that is storming facebook. Thanks for indulging me.
As a kid, growing up in the Ohio Valley, Pittsburgh was our closest local city, so I really considered myself a 'burgh girl long before I moved there. I grew up saying y'inz and eating chipped ham sandwiches. Plenty of my friends lived by the crick. And even my small little town had its share of jagoffs.
So, it really should have come to no surprise that I ended up living in Pittsburgh for several years. Even though I do not technically live in the burgh now, I still live close enough to visit often. Today, I am going to take time to remember all my favorite things in Pittsburgh, and to discuss the quintessential Pittsburgh things that just do not click with me. Pardon me if I slip into Pittsburghese now and then.
Taking the incline up Mount Washington is always a fun burgh activity. The view is gorgeous, a great place to take pictures. But my favorite place ta look down on the city is the West End Overlook. I used ta go there a lot when I lived there, and there would hardly ever be anyone there. It was always a nice quiet place to go and reconnect with the world around me. A close second is the view as you cross the Veteran's Bridge. But usually I am goin to fast to enjoy it too long.
Everyone in Pittsburgh, at least the Sahth Hills where I lived, loves Fiori's pizza. I admit, I have never eaten it. Instead my favorite pizza place was The Pizza Company down in Castle Shannon. Best breadsticks and wings ever. That is one of the few places that actually tempts me to eat gluten.
Most burghs, at some point in their lives, spent some time carousing in the SahSide. I never really cared much for bars, so I rarely went to the South Side. Because I was more into exploring the community, I much preferred The Strip and the NorSide.
Some Pittsburgh things it is a given that I am gonna love. Heinz Ketchup? Yup. Mr. Rogers? Yup. Dinosaur statues? Yup. Pierogies? Yup. Dippy eggs? Aw yeah. But the thing I love the best about Pittsburgh is her people. Burghers are the best people on earth. Sure, we may still have mullets, and wear jean jackets, and our idea of dressing up is wearing our "good" Stiller jersey. Sure, we make the Pittsburgh left, and we slow down before the tunnels. But Pittsburgh is full of the most loving, generous, creative people I know. And no matter where I end up living, I will always be a burgher at heart.
A special Shaht Aht to everyone who understood every single word of this post, and mentally read it in a Pittsburgh accent.
Go Stillers. N'at.
