Blue Gal dragged her three kids up to Pittsburgh this long weekend to celebrate (and surprise) her dad on the occasion of his 70th birthday. He does not look it, kids. It was wonderful to watch him tear up over the view of his three daughters and five grandkids, all in the same room, which should also be mentioned, was at Max's Allegheny Tavern on the North Side. The potato pancake reuben rocks, folks.
While there, I froze my butt to meet Eli and Spork. Well worth it. Fellow bloggers, if you get a chance to meet other bloggers face to face, do it. Thanks, boys, I enjoyed meeting you and actually talking blogging with guys who do it well.
Travel tip: there is not a bar at the Priory. You have been warned.
Glad you had such a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteWelcome home, BG. I missed you! As much as I love you, I reserve judgement on something called a potato pancake reuben. Of course, that my have more to do with my mother's version of potato pancakes than any real rendition - with sauerkraut or without.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice surprise for your dad! He must have been so happy to see you and the kids.
ReplyDeleteOh AL these pancakes are like buttah.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday to your father!
ReplyDeleteWhat a treat for all of you! Happy birthday to your dad -- and many more.
ReplyDeleteNow, for some reason, I'm thinking of Swedish pancakes with lingonberry butter. Mmmmm.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back ;)
wish we could have met while you were here. don't get out much, but it would have been a hoot i think!
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