Clippings

You can't go home again?

We'll see.

One thing for sure, and it's always seemed true to me, is that after you cross the Beaver River on your way west the rocks and low mountains of Pennsylvania give way to hills and broad fields. To those who insist that Pennsylvania is the last bastion of the east, I say you make it to Ohio before you even cross the line.

The pictures I missed

Most of these posts were made after I got home and put the phone on charge. I can't share lunch at Pamela's, Mon Aimee Chocolat, frothy hot chocolate at La Prima (sorry  Starbuck's and Misha's, you command my loyalty in Washington, but nobody puts a thick, rich collar of cream on a latte or hot chocolate like La Prima), Enrico's Biscotti shop, Mancini's bakery, coffe beans at Prestogeorge, Sunseri's new store, and Pennsylvania Macaroni.

An enemy in the street

Almost forgot to post the first snap I made when I got to the Strip. When you're in Pittsburgh, it's hard to forget that you're in Steeler territory.

I had too much pride to snap the derogatory T-shirts about Cleveland many vendors were displaying.

Down the street to Wholey's

This picture doesn't do justice to the seafood you can find at Wholey's. Taken today with Monkfish for only $9.98 a pound and Pike for about the same. If we weren't planning a family outing to an Eastern European restaurant tonight, I think I'd be cooking some of that Monkfish.

No visit to Wholey's is complete without a visit to the Singing Pigs and Rachel, the huge piggy bank who collects donations for worthy causes.

Mung Bean Pancakes are first stop

Mung bean pancakes on Penn Avenue have been my favorite down here for years, and they're still good. I was a little surprised to see this gentleman making the pancakes. Has he replaced the woman who worked here for years?