48 Hours in Pittsburgh
I spent two days in Pittsburgh this week for work, eating the majority of my meals at the
Omni William Penn downtown. While the hotel is not a food destination, I was pleasantly surprised by almost everything I had (set menus served by the hotel for the conference I attended there). Particularly noteworthy was a chocolate mousse tart with a hazlenut-rice crispy crust served at dinner on Thursday.
Chocolate mousse tart
Before joining the conference group on the first day, I explored the area around the hotel and ended up at
Zorba’s for lunch. In the window, there was a bright sign that said something to the effect that Zorba’s chicken salad was the best in Pittsburgh. The claim made me curious. I also stopped in because the place was busy with what looked like a pretty mixed crowd and because I was too hungry to walk any farther. Standing in line reading the menu, I realized that the chicken salad, which I assumed was something made with mayo, was actually just a grilled chicken leaf salad made with iceberg and maybe some feta to make it quasi Greek. A lot of people seemed to be ordering it, but I’m not a big salad eater and was really hungry, so I opted for a chicken sandwich.
Chicken sandwich at Zorba's
The sandwich was a bargain at just over $3. It was fine. It was juicy breast meat on a non-descript bun with lettuce, tomato and onion. I probably wouldn’t have changed anything about the sandwich except maybe to remove some of the chicken. It was very hearty.
That said, I was still hungry after Zorba’s. I went back to the William Penn and discovered that they served high tea, so I grabbed some work from my room and got myself a table at the hotel’s
Palm Court. I was disappointed to discover they served Peet’s teas, which I generally don’t like very much, but I felt committed to the idea of tea service so I stayed. I ordered the Xiao’s Blend tea and got a variety of traditional tea sandwiches,
petit fours secs (supposedly from Switzerland) and straight-from-the-oven scones.
My afternoon snack
Because I was doing some work, I forgot about my tea and oversteeped it. I don’t think I would have liked the blend anyway—the peppermint was overpowering. The tea sandwiches were very disappointing. The white bread was slightly stale, and there was far too much mayonnaise on everything. I do think tea sandwiches are hard to make well. The ones I had at the Palm Court lacked delicacy, which is the primary quality I look for in tea sandwiches. The
petit fours were fine, but I was curious about the term “Sacher” embellished on the chocolate tart (a dark chocolate disk on a butter crust). I’ve stayed at the Sacher Hotel in Vienna and have eaten my share of Sacher torte, but are there Sacher chocolates? The scones were warm and tasty, but they were more like muffins in consistency and sweetness. I felt over-sugared by the time I was done with everything.
Again, I didn’t have a lot of free meals to take outside of the hotel during my 48 hours, but the conference schedule left us on our own for dinner last night. There were a few meal groups we could join, but I was not interested in the American and Italian places proposed, so I proposed my own outing to
Abay, supposedly Pittsburgh’s only Ethiopian restaurant.
Six people signed up for my dinner, which was a fantastic turnout. So my boss and I were joined by new friends, hailing from downstate Illinois, Oklahoma, Idaho, New York and South Africa. The LTH spirit was definitely alive in Pittsburgh last night with this group of relative strangers gathering warmly and enthusiastically to learn about a city through its food.
New friends
Abay, located in Pittsburgh’s Oakland neighborhood, immediately stuck me and my boss as much hipper than Chicago Ethiopian establishments. Granted it was a Friday night, but the place was packed with well-dressed 20-somethings—a very different environment from, say, Chicago’s Ethiopian Diamond. (A patron even received a singing telegram from a person dressed as a gorilla in a Steelers jersey during our meal—very funny.) The food was terrific. We enjoyed everything. The flavors were rich and the portions generous. My only complaint was that the restaurant was kind of stingy with the injera—we had to ask twice for more. We ordered eight entrees, of course, to share:
Ayib be gomen, misir wat, butecha & tikil gomen
Doro wat, kay wat, inguday wat & ye’abesha gomen
The company and conversation were delightful so we weren’t quite ready to leave even though we had finished our food. We sat for a while and then ordered two desserts to share: pumpkin sambussas drizzled with chocolate and honey and topped with cinnamon ice cream and a slice of chocolate cake. The chocolate cake was forgettable, but the sambussas were the perfect way to end such a pleasant meal. The cinnamon ice cream was outstanding.
Pumpkin sambussas
I enjoyed the little I saw of Pittsburgh. I loved the colors of the trees I saw on my way from the airport to downtown. There are beautiful buildings in downtown proper, and I love any city with a lot of bridges. Friday afternoon, I stole an hour from the conference to run across all of the passable bridges, which afforded me some impressive views of the city. I also snuck in a quick visit to the
Andy Warhol Museum, which I recommend in general, but on this visit I noted a few very interesting food-related works. The Pittsburgh collection reminded me that there is a lot more food (and eating) in Warhol’s
oeuvre than Campbell’s soup.
Of particular note were works of two artists featured in a temporary exhibit called
“Andy and Oz: Parallel Visions” about Warhol’s influence on contemporary Australian artists. In one room, there were two vitrines showcasing old Kellogg’s cereal boxes (I’m guessing from the 1960s) from the collection of abstract-Pop painter Robert Rooney. The boxes were pretty compelling as sources of Pop imagery.
From a box of Kellogg’s Rice Chex
From a box of Kellogg’s Rice Bubbles (the name for Australian Rice Krispies)
Another Australian artist with food-related work on display at the Warhol Museum was Fiona Hall. In particular, I was taken by her series
Paradisus terrestris (1999)--precious, poetic sculptures carved by the artist, supposedly at her kitchen table, from sardine cans. Unfortunately, I think the sculptures are technically too explicit for me to link to here, but one should look for them as beautiful examples of art fashioned from recycled food packaging.
Anyway, I’ve diverged from "eating out." Pittsburgh is a pleasant place, and I hope I have the chance to eat there again.
Zorba’s
400 Smithfield St
Pittsburgh, PA 15222
412-471-9930
Omni William Penn Hotel
530 William Penn Place
Pittsburgh, PA 15219
412-281-7100
Abay Ethiopian Cuisine
130 S Highland Ave
Pittsburgh, PA 15206
412-661-9736
The Andy Warhol Museum
117 Sandusky St
Pittsburgh, PA 15212
412-237-8300