My first initiation into Pittsburgh wasn't the famed Steelers (pronounced "Stillers," if you're from the 'Burgh), six-inch high sandwiches layered with fries (they put fries on everything here), or the bridges that take my breath away. During my first visit to Pittsburgh in the summer of 2007, a friend, who READ MORE click on the title above to read the full journal article, blog post, or podcast on HowlRound.com
SOURCE: HowlRound at 12:00PM on June 6, 2012