Eye Heart Pittsburgh

With my eyes: Andy Warhol.
With my ears: August Wilson.
With my tongue: Primantis.

Ardent disbelief was the typical response to “Pittsburgh is on the way to Buffalo.”

Well, it is.
Is not.
Is so.
Is not.
Is so.
Well it is. From here.

On the way enough for me. Enough to warrant a ~ screeeeech ~ hard left off the freeway and into the Strip District where Primantis is king of the sandwich. (Didya know that Jake’s in Milwaukee is on the way to Dallas?!?)

In the words of Mr. Dan Whipps, “Looking for that sandwich love?” Enter here, darlin!

The thing about Primantis, the source of it’s notoriety – in my little black book of sandwiches – is their practice of piling the sides inside. I’ve been told, and I’ve heard an account on the radio – yes indeed, I heard a sandwich being built and eaten on the radio – and I’ve been weighted with desire for years, actual years. I expected a mess. A mess of “devil’s mess” scale.

The loaves cool their heels under the counter. So prettily stacked.

She smiled all the while she whipped those wiches into wedges.
International symbol for sandwich artistry – flying fingers.

Et voila!
Uber wich.
No devil in these details, atall.


What I’d heard? Word.
Mot. Palabra. Wort. Parola.

Added July 21, 2008. See the story in the Pittsburgh Gazette about a street name change in honor of Primanti Bros. The restaurant is now on ‘Primanti Way’.