This weekend I had one of the best assignments. I went on a walking food tour in the Strip District in Pittsburgh. Burgh Bits and Bites tour www.burghfoodtour.com was led by Sylvia, an animated guide who you could tell would be one of your 'fun' friends. She was up for anything and knew her stuff. Not only did we get to sample foods from all over the world, she gave us some history on the area, and some of the store owners took the time to share their love of food and some recipe secrets. There will be a story with more information and pictures in the November issue of Views & Voices www.viewsandvoices.com but I just couldn't wait to share.
I tried hummus for the first time at Labads. A tiny shop with a restaurant hidden in the back, with atmosphere all over the place. From decorations to the show on the TV, it was for real.![]() ![]() ![]() Next up Mancinis Bread Company www.mancinisbreadcompany.com . Pepperoni rolls that rocked. The shop took the time to give us some history about baking, and area bakeries. A great time for you history buffs. On to Wholey's fish market www.wholey.com , where we met Sam. More to feast your eyes on. The lobster shaped telephone and the model train that runs around the ceiling. If that's not enough for you how about the tons and tons of fresh fish? Parma Sausage, www.parmasausage.com where you were made to feel like one of the family, thanks to Casey and the gang. We tried the rosemary ham and a ton of other meats but once I tried the ham, I lost all memory of the others. On our way up the street to Enrico's Biscotti www.enricobiscotti.com we passed a gentleman who introduced us to his friend that moved here from Italy that day. About a dozen ladies on the tour swooned over him and his blue suede shoes, taking pictures. I'm sure he thought he'd gone to housewife heaven. Hopefully everyone else he meets in America gives him the same warm welcome. About this point I had to exit to shoot another assignment, because if you've read in my earlier posts, I never stay until the end of anything. The curse of the photojournalist and deadlines. I know I missed out on some home made pierogis and who knows what else. I guess I'm going to have to book a tour with Sylvia on my own to find out where the rainbow ends. |












