Wandered in here on a late Sunday afternoon after cycling through Frick park. What a find. A best kept secret. Superb service from my waitress, Stephanie, who also found time to tend bar. I ordered a polenta cake, which I'd never heard of before, and it was one of the best meals I've ever had, and I'm one of the few Pittsburgers who has eaten at "The Fat Duck" and Mr Blumenthal would have to agree with me. Compliments to the chef, Ebony. Inexpensive. Superb value. The frosting on the cake was a group of musicians at a nearby table who played soft authentic Irish traditional music: I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
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