On Saturday, we all woke up feeling refreshed, and ready for a day of exploring. We decided that we wanted to eat breakfast somewhere that was uniquely Pittsburgh. Jake and I decided that De Luca’s on the Strip sounded like a perfect place. After all, it’s known as “The Best Breakfast in the City,” and it has been on the Food Network. (A favorite channel of ours.)
Well…in a word…De Luca’s was FANTASTIC. I had the Moab, which is a combination of egg, avocado, tomatoes, chorizo, hot peppers, onions, cheddar and home fries wrapped in a soft tortilla bigger than my head. Literally. The girl in front of us in line recommended it, and I’m so grateful. Thank you random girl with the awesome boots! I loved it. Jake had the mixed grill (another De Luca favorite), and I can’t remember what everyone else had, but I know there were some pumpkin pancakes being talked about later. Long story made short, if you’re in Pittsburgh, and you’re hungry…De Luca’s is the place.
After milling around the Strip again, we made our way over to the Heinz History Museum. It’s a great place to spend an afternoon, with enough to see to satisfy even the most enthusiastic museum go’er. Pictures tell it better…
All of these pictures make it look like we just goofed off, and I’d be lying to say that we didn’t a little (wink, wink)…but there is a lot of the museum dedicated to American history, and we soaked in as much as we possibly could. But…by far…my favorite part of the museum was…
THE HISTORICAL CLOTHES.
Does this surprise anyone? Because it shouldn’t. I’ve only been a tad obsessed with clothes from the 1800’s for a while. Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong era. Hahaha. Sadly, there were only a few dresses to see, but I realized that I need to find a museum that maybe specializes in historical clothes? If such a place exists, I want to go.
But, alas I’m getting off topic. We were all pretty zonked after spending a few hours walking around, soaking everything in. So we ran back to the hotel to freshen up, before heading to my Gram and Pap’s 50th Wedding Anniversary.
Like I said in the previous post, I feel very blessed to have the family I do. I can’t say enough about my Gram and Pap, and their never-ending, ‘come what may’ love for each other. And their love for their boys, their daughter-n-laws, and all their grandkids. And I know it doesn’t stop there. When I was born, my Pap wrote a song for me titled, “My Precious Little Angel.” And to this day I can’t listen to it without tearing up. You can just hear the love in his voice. Anyway, I enjoyed being surrounded by so many faces that I hadn’t seen for so long. I realize now that attending this years family reunion is a definite must. Again, pictures tell it better than I can…
This is a picture I will always cherish. Jake and me with Gram and Pap. It’s just priceless.
Tears of happiness.
The Porter clan.
It was such a special night, and I’m so thankful that I got to share it with all the Porter’s plus my love, and our friends. Congrats again Gram and Pap! Wishing you both many more years of happiness!
I know this feels like the never-ending post…and I guess it sort of is. BUT, you know we’d have to end the trip with a bang. But that bang was more like an OUCH. Jake decided on our last visit to Pittsburgh that the next time he was up, he was going to conquer the triple atomic wings at Quaker Steak. Yes, internet…the TRIPLE ATOMICS. For those of you, who have no clue what that means, take the hottest pepper you’ve ever eaten, and multiply that by…umm…a thousand. Jake loves hot stuff, but I don’t think he’ll ever do those again. You could see the pain on his face.
A word of caution…Anytime you have to sign a consent before eating something, it’s probably not going to be a good idea…
This was taken on his last wing. You can see the pain, all over his face. I knew he would finish, because that’s just him. But I have never seen him fight for it, like that. I told him that he has bragging rights for the rest of his life, because really…it doesn’t get any hotter.
I had such a good time. I’m really looking forward to reenacting season starting up, so I can spend more time with these amazing people!
Until next time…I promise I won’t write a novel! Ha!