In Pittsburgh, there's this extremely famous sandwich shop called Primanti Brothers. Nice name, right? A little culture, good food. Except...they pronounce it here puh-manny. It was so bizarre that when we got there, I asked Kat if she was taking me to a knockoff place. Regardless, the food is exactly what they say it is and it's the perfect place to go at the end of a night of tying on a good drunk, as many Yinzers told me. All this goodness, however, doesn't save them from being exhibited in this spot of shame for my most well-documented pet peeve.
I really was tempted to try for some pun on fresh and delicious, but I'll let it speak for itself.