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May 16, 2008 - Eric Paddock
I’ve decided that Pittsburgh, viewed from the right angle, owns one of the most strikingly beautiful skylines in America.
One of those angles is from atop Mount Washington. Sure, you can drive up there in your car and stand on the overlook shoulder-to-shoulder with other gawkers, maybe give in to the urge to spit over the rail just to watch it fall.
Or, you can do this:
-- Pay-down your credit card balance until there are at least three digits in the available credit.
-- Dress up. I mean coat and tie.
-- Park downtown.
-- Call a cab. Tell the driver to drop you at 1114 Grandview Ave.
This all pre-supposes that you have called LeMont a couple weeks ahead of time and set your reservation for about a half-hour before dusk. I’m pretty sure that LeMont has been the scene of more wedding proposals than Times Square on New Years Eve. (No, I didn’t propose there, but I really wanted to).
Bring some cash to tip (bribe) the maitre’d and get one of the semi-circular red leather booths facing the windows that overlook The Point. When the sun goes down and the lights come up...well, dining scenery doesn’t get any better than that.
And the food doesn’t get any better, either.
LeMont is one of those places that limits its menu to a few things done really well.
It’ll also force you to kill your kids’ dreams of private college. The appetizers cost what most entrees set you back at other restaurants.
But, the food is nothing short of phenomenal and the wait staff is clairvoyant. I mean it; they read minds.
You can assess the damage to your long-term financial health later. Let your cardiologist worry about the degradation of your coronary artery.
To cap it off, have your waiter call you a cab to meet you at the bottom of the Duquesne incline.
Dinner at LeMont isn’t something you do often, but it’s something you should do at least once in your life. Next: Time warp in Philly
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