Pittsburgh: Well That Was Delicious! (Part Three: The Third Installment)

...And how did we resolve the pressing matter of our increasing peckishness?  That is certainly a question that has been a pressing matter on your increasing concern for what happened when we first became peckish, which was quite some time past!  Don't be afeared, it does not behoove me to keep you in suspense any longer.  Instead, I am behooved to regale you with the series of events that led Grant, Kyle, and yours most truthfully, to yet another of Pittsburgh's notable eateries, this one of particularly historic proportions...and portions. Ding Dong!

We made promenade back toward Grant's yellow automobile, which Grant piloted through the thick and delightful fall-fired forests outside Pittsburgh City.  Kyle rode passengerwise in the back seated compartment, while I dutifully rose to the challenge of serving as Grant's trusty navigator, all the while selecting the delightful musical accompaniment to our vehicular jaunt across the highways, byways, and thusways that lead back to the town that bestowed upon the known world the tambourine, the mellon baller, and, certainly the most notable invention of the three...an invention that stands on its own podium in the metaphorical-for-the-time-being Olympic Games of Deliciousness.

"That invention, you say...why what on Earth is it?!", you are wondering aloud to yourself and others.  Grasp on to your petticoats! It is a sandwich in which french fries have been placed inside.  I must beseech you, before you accuse the inventors of said sandwich, Sir Tiffany Francis Primanti, and his brother, Lord Halliday von Halliday Primanti, of complete lunacy, to reconsider what thousands of years of gustatory custom and practice have imposed on the civilized world: that side dishes are to be served as they are named, because of their appropriate and assigned physical location, that being adjacent to the pheasant, boar, or other main course as such particular schedule and details of a given meal determine.  Revolutionaries that they were, the Brothers Primanti loosened the shackles of history, and tore down the boundaries of the dinner plate - this eatery does not even believe in plates!  But what would all that boundary tearing be worth if the results were less than delicious?  To consider would be moot: my sandwich was resoundingly delicious!

Elbows, knees, and toes, it was!  We couldn't have been more sated.  So sated we were, we made another promenade, this time traversing the neighborhood before returning to Grant's automobile.  Along the way we enjoyed a delightful mural that featured a pegasus steaming out of a coffee cup rising above a fish in a frying pan.  The Arts!  Oh Pittsburgh, how you do delight at every turn!

What, pray tell, could there have possibly been left for our merry band to do after such thorough and engrossing adventures?  If only a forthcoming fourth installment would eventually answer that question...

...you have been appropriately set up!