Were you like me when you were little and did you also look like Pocahontas because you always had your hair in braids?
That’s not what I meant to ask. Were you like me and thought the Strip District was a place for strippers?
My family was never big Strip District goers during my childhood, at least that I can recall. So it wasn’t until I was a preteen probably that I learned the Strip District was an awesome place for food and gifts and yinzer tchotchkes while Liberty Avenue was the place where all the strippers were.
Liberty Avenue has been cleaned up, but the Strip District remains a fantastic place to spend a Saturday morning/afternoon, which is what we did this weekend, showing my niece from Mexico our little slice of Pittsburgh heaven on Penn.
We took her to Buon Giorno cafe for pizza (delish!), marveled at the line at Primanti’s (I seriously considered yelling out, “PEOPLE, THERE’S ANOTHER ONE IN MARKET SQUARE!”), and then shopped the Strip.
First, I’m going to turn around so that you can pat me on the back that I walked past the tables near Penn Mac, with all the delicious Italian bakery items, and I did not purchase one fattening, ass-cottage-cheese depositing morsel.
In addition to fresh produce that I will use tonight to make Mexican Flatbread Pizza (I’m going to start my own cooking show in which a terrible cook like me attempts to bake/cook all manner of involved recipes. The show will wrap up each episode with me grabbing either the phone to call 911, or the fire extinguisher to put my hair out.), I found a few Steelers/Pirates items I just had to share with you in case they were new to you too:
Also, you can’t find a single negative Penguins item in the Strip. What could they possibly say anyway? “My name Evgeni. I make terrible English.”
Actually, I’d totally buy that shirt.