On the Road: Pittsburgh
Iron City. Those words. That accent. In college, I took care of this couple’s lawn while they were visiting family in Pittsburgh. She was from there. “You wann us to bring ya some Iron City Beer?” I’d never heard of it. It sounded so tough, so gritty, so much more of-the-earth than my commonplace hometown Bud. It wasn’t. However, when she brought me back a six pack, I thought it was glorious. “Tastes like the sweat of Terry Bradshaw,” her husband chortled as we clinked long necks on their back patio.
I’d never been. I’d always wanted to go. So, I did. And what I discovered was a beautiful, cold, hard-nosed town, with great-looking bridges, hearty food, and some of the world’s finest architecture.