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I was in Pittsburgh on what happened to be Saint Practice Day. For those of you who don't know, this is the weekend before Saint Patricks Day. Pittsburgh - hats off, you guys know how to party. Wow. I was staying at the mile or so away Sheraton, and figured I would join in the festivities and created my own pub crawl on Carson Street. Unfortunately I ended up at Pittsburgh Steak Company. From the very first few steps in the door, I probably should have known better. There is a sign that says Private Dining Upstairs. The hallway was cluttered with what you would expect with a bad tenant at a 3 family rental. Seeing the bar, my desired destination to the right, I went through the next set of doors. The lack of crowd and open seats at the bar probably should have been my second clue. I hop up to the bar, and try figuring out the taps to my right. There is a stout, and being St. Practice Day, I figured that might be a good choice. I asked the bartender who made the stout, but unfortunately he doesn't know, and explains to me what a stout is. I ask again. Now he's really confused. We finally, after some checking with management, me with my smart phone, and likely some guessing, determine that there is a good chance this is the Poet Stout from Keweenaw Brewing Company. The bartender, in somewhat of a surrender, kind of shrugs and says it's not what we wanted, nor what we ordered, but we had to get a stout in here today. Amazing. A few moments go by, and I overhear another conversation. A woman is asking the bartender about a menu item. His reply - I really have no idea what it's like. It's far to expensive for my budget to try something like that on the menu. Sad on many levels. I decide I need something to eat, if I am going to continue my trek. I order the Steak Rolls. "Marinated, ground filet, sauteed onions, mushrooms, Asiago and mozzarella cheeses placed in an egg roll wrap and fried to golden brown. Two to an order served with an Asian dippimg sauce" (the typo is theirs from their website, not mine). They were rather tasty, however someone missed the second word. Nothing ground about the huge chunks of what seemed like slow cooked potroast in my eggrolls. In general there seems to be a sort of identity confusion here at this restaurant. I think the wall to the right of the bar is rather telling. They don't know if they want to be the "poster like" cover of Sports Illustrated with QB Big Ben, or the much classier, beautifully framed original painting showcasing the legends of the Penguins right beside it. I hope they figure it out before it's too late....Select from the following. I. negative II. positive I think the answer is
I.