In the spirit.

Thursday was my second visit to the bar/restaurant known as Nico's Recovery Room. The first time there I ordered saganaki (it's supposed to be a Greek restaurant) and received a giant breaded mozzarella stick that was then doused in brandy and set aflame. The second time, I ordered nachos, which were listed as coming with chilis, salsa, sour cream, and cheddar. What I received was a giant plate of tortilla chips drowned in chili, and covered in cheddar cheese. That's chili like the stew, not the vegetable that makes an appropriate nacho topping. The least they could have done was include the sour cream. Despite this lack of additional dairy products, I have to say the spirit of unhealthy deliciousness is stronger at Nico's than any other bar I've been too in Pittsburgh. They're not offering any apologies for their greasy bastardized substitutions. Who would want salsa when you could have chili anyways!? Who would want authentic cheese when you could have some breaded and deep-fried over-processed mozzarella?! Not a Nico's customer, that's for sure.



The winner of the restaurant category is, of course, Ritter's Diner, where you can get a glass of buttermilk, a braunschweiger+american cheese sandwich, and succotash.