After a series of 60-80 hour work weeks, my wife finally pulled the plug and got me away from my computer and out to celebrate a late anniversary. Our travels brought me back to the Grand Concourse in Pittsburgh last Friday, and despite the fact that theyâ€™d removed the Smithfield Bridge dessert from the menu (the pastry chef apparently bolted in the five years since Iâ€™d visited last), the seafood was still top notch.
Itâ€™s funny how New York City prices are now our gauge to all other expenses. A $2,000 a month rent is acceptable (and at times cheap), $12 movie tickets are the norm, and $50 a person for dinner is typical for going out. Itâ€™s just another reason my wifeâ€™s not a fan of NYCâ€”having 50 restaurants with the quality of the Grand Concourse to choose from spoils you and takes away whatâ€™s special when you go out.
Naturally, being opposites, I disagree.