I first saw the line curling around the corner and thought it was a parade. It was just Saturday at Primanti Bros., and the floats were colossal sandwiches.
In Pennsylvania, if a place can stay packed for generations, there is a reason, and it is stacked between two slices of Italian bread.
Follow me into the bustle and discover why this Pittsburgh legend still turns weekends into wall-to-wall wonder.
Doorway Drama And First Bite Anticipation
Lines at Primanti Bros. move with the rhythm of a steel mill shift change, and I felt that pulse the first time I stepped in. People watch the grill like it is a hometown sport, and I joined the chorus, eyes wide. The menu reads like a love letter to Pittsburgh, bold and straightforward. I ordered a Pitts Burger and braced for the avalanche…