There’s been a lot of chatter about these damn catfish recently, so I figured it was a good time for you to “get woke” about what fish are lurking in our three rivers. (Did I use the “woke” word right?)
Grab a bottle of Frank’s Red Hot, it’s time for another edition of Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest.
Few restaurants around the country are synonymous with a city quite like Pittsburgh and Primanti Bros. “Yeah, somebody told me I have to try one of them… Per-MAHN-tee Brothers sandwiches.” If you’re a real yinzer, you’re quick to correct them. It’s pronounced “sammiches.”
Grab your fanny packs, it’s time to follow the yellow arrows toward another edition of Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest.
The lawn chairs are out of the streets and the jean shorts are out of the crawl space. That can only mean one thing: the weather is warmer in the Burgh.
Grab some haluski, it’s time for Uncle Jerry’s Points of Interest.
Last week, we figured out what Pittsburgh River best represents your personality. This week, we’re gonna talk about a tradition that happens up, dahn and all around da Burgh: The Fish Fry.