The Strip District

One of our favorite ways to spend a day is at Pittsburgh's Strip District. No no you and everyone else leaves their clothes on..... it's the other kind of strip. Like a strip of fun things to do and see all in a row. There are some real land marks here.

Take for instance Mike Feinberg Co. a.k.a. "The Party King". You can find any kind of party accessory known to man here. It's fun just to go in and look around. And speaking of looking around ~ how about what there is to look at in that upstairs window! Oh baby ~ oh baby!





















Here's why we tuck a cooler in the car before we leave home. Wholey's has the freshest fish and the largest assortment ever! ~ Ok, maybe next to Pike's Market in Seattle. But they don't throw fish here, they save that talent for the west coast fish guys who ship it to us here inland on the east coast. My favorite find is Chilean Sea Bass. When they have that, I am a very happy girl.


This is me taking a picture of my Sea Bass being specially cut just for me.












And look, Almond Butter ~ yummmmm....















Let's just say you want something different...... here ya go then.......
















Hungry? This is the original Primanti Brothers. The home of the "Pittsburgh Sandwich".
















This gal could whip out a passel of them and each one perfect. Meat, cheese, fries and slaw. That's it baby, that's it! Served on Mancini bread made down the street of course.




















I can't go to the Strip District without thinking about Daddy. When I was a kid I thought he knew everybody. He worked the wholesale business right in the heart of things in Pittsburgh and when we would go downtown to the orthodontist in the now torn down Jenkins Arcade building, afterwards we would all go to the fabric store here and Mom would sift through the remnants and they would pick up odds and ends of bargains and it always seemed so special to me. I love having things - places like this in my life.

Somehow I just got a hankering for Smucker's jelly.


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