Ham and Cheese Sandwich, fries included, at Primanti |
Travelling to Pittsburgh usually
means either hockey or a Dickens Fellowship meeting, sometimes both. After a
hockey game, a late-night meal usually constitutes one of a handful of local
eateries but most frequently Primanti
Bros., where sandwiches come with grilled meat, cheese, vinegar coleslaw,
tomatoes, and fries between the slices of bread. Legend has it that the
sandwich was invented for steel workers in the Strip District of Pittsburgh, so
they could be easily purchased and consumed during a short lunch break.
Sunday morning is an iconic time
to have breakfast. It is often a time when families and friends gather and
share a morning meal as a celebration of the weekend and a day of leisure and
distraction. Conversations at Eggs N’at in
Moon Township revolved around the Steelers, their late afternoon game against
New England, and the indeterminate prospects for the playoffs. Andrew and I waited
for about twenty minutes for a table in the small restaurant that crammed seven
tables and a counter that seats eight people into a confined space. Nonetheless,
no one seemed to mind the wait. Album covers from the 1970s and 1980s, such
Duran Duran’s Seven and the ragged Tiger and U2’s War, decorate the walls. Culinary
delights such as rum raisin French toast, breakfast pizzas, and specialty
pancakes, tempt even the most fatigued diner.
Eggs N'at on a Sunday morning |
There is an easy conversation between
the staff and patrons at Eggs N’at. In typical Pittsburgh fashion, we are
greeted with, “Yinz want some coffee?” I observed the other patrons as we wait
for our food; most were wearing black and gold, several were consulting their phone
for updates of one kind or another. The general din of conversation was
interrupted when one of the servers hung up her phone and began complaining
about the caller on the other line. He started the conversation, she said, with
“Hey, Lady, what kind of pancakes you got?” A story repeated for emphasis,
which elicited bemusement both times.
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