Even so, I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a few favorite spots. Located just five minutes from Downtown Pittsburgh (!!), Millvale is the perfect middle ground between being close to the city, and not actually living in the hustle and bustle of Lawrenceville.
While I am not entirely sure Lawrenceville needs another restaurant, I have to say I'm really happy the new restaurant, Poulet Bleu, exists. Like really, really happy. It's so damn good. (It's DeShantz, what do you expect?)
Basically, Route 8 is a highway-ish road that runs directly north from Pittsburgh, starting in Etna. As it weaves its way north of Pittsburgh, it's home to dozens of strip malls, superstores, fast food restaurants, ect... but also a ton of donut shops?
Matt and I met via Instagram a few months ago and became fast friends over a shared love of baked goods, booze, and Pittsburgh. I've always loved his laid-back and humorous blogging style, as well as his interest in showing off Pittsburgh.
Okay... so for some reason I have had a huge stigma around V3 for the past year. I think a year and a half ago someone told me it was a rip off or something, and I have been adamant about not going every since. However, looking back... I don't even think they were talking about V3 and I'm an idiot?
Mechanic Coffee Co. is one of those trendy, minimalistic (think the Vandal), coffee shops. However, as hip as Pittsburgh has gotten, Mechanic is so Brooklyn that it really has no equal in Pittsburgh (maybe Arriviste?)
Last night I visited Morcilla for second time. I went with my parents about a year ago, right after it opened. I remember liking it, but not being overly impressed. However, last night I had a really lovely experience.
The decor, the service, and (obviously) the cocktails were divine.... and it was inside of the Cranberry Double Tree. This is a restaurant that would survive Downtown - in fact, I think it would thrive.
Two weeks ago I was strolling around the North Side, about to get in my car and head home when a teal and blue school bus whizzed past me. I stopped in my tracks and squited at the label: Porter Craft Beer Tours.