Let’s not tempt fate, but June has been unusually kind to Pittsburgh.
The temperatures have (mostly) behaved, the evenings have stretched long, and even the occasional rainstorm has felt welcome. Something about the smell of rain-soaked earth reminds me of my early 20s in Mumbai, when I’d spend entire afternoons watching monsoon clouds roll in from the window of my tiny, perpetually damp apartment, nursing a strong cup of coffee and ample time for contemplation.
The restaurant scene has felt a bit like that this month. The firehose of openings that marked much of the past year has slowed to more of a steady drizzle. That’s not a bad thing…