I just returned from a trip to Pittsburgh, my hometown. It was my parents' 50th wedding anniversary and a family reunion. My family loves to eat, evidenced by the 4 pounds I gained in six days.
While I did not manage to eat a Primanti Brothers sandwich. (For those who don't know that's a sandwich with coleslaw and french fries on the sandwich. To learn how to make one in the Triangle, read a story I did before the Superbowl here.) I did make it to Rook's East Side Saloon in Ambridge for a fish sandwich.
Fish sandwiches with a pound of fried fish on a bun are a bar staple in Pittsburgh. They are everywhere. I haven't had one in years. My father used to buy one, just one, to feed the three of us (him, mom, me) for dinner on Fridays during Lent. As you can see, they are as big as my forearm and large enough to feed a small family. My husband and I split this one.
I also got down to the Strip District, which is home to many wholesale food stores and had a pepperoni roll at Mancini's Bakery. That prompted a discussion about whether pepperoni rolls are peculiar to Western Pennsylvania. Have any of you ever heard of a pepperoni roll?