My grandfather used to say that the best Italian food never needs a sign out front. After eating my way through Pennsylvania, I think he was right.
This state hides something remarkable beneath its small-town streets and quiet neighborhoods. Forget the chain restaurants and the places with hour-long waits.
The real magic happens inside spots where the owner still makes the sauce from scratch, where regulars sit at the same table every Sunday, and where nobody is trying to impress anybody…