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Fat Head’s Saloon
1805 E Carson St
South Side, 15203
(412) 431-7433
fatheadspittsburgh.com

Once upon a time, back in my early days of neuroimaging, back when I was a youngin without a care in the world and no shape except for that which my undergrad degree and adolescent years had lent to me, back when I didn’t yet know a thing about beer, way way way way way wayyyyyy back then, I went to Fathead’s for my first time. In fact, it was some kind of Yay-We-Opened-This-New-Brain-Imaging-Center! celebration, so a whole brainiac group was there. I knew nothing of this Fat Head’s place, and to be honest I was a little nervous sitting down to dine and drink with all these professors and post-docs and people who generally knew approximately 5 million times the amount that I did at the time. I was just gonna play it cool and be a meek dumb girl and order a salad, but then – I looked at the menu. And nothing… no one… was gonna stop me from ordering ex-act-ly what I wanted. Which, by the way, was this fantastical kielbasa sausage sandwich with fried onions and horseradish sauce and cheese and then on top of all that it was stuffed with PIEROGIES! STUFFED WITH PIEROGIES! Like, IN the sandwich! It was a fantasy I never knew I had come true! I could not believe my eyes! I had to have it! Now, my eyes are not typically bigger than my tummy, but when this sandwich arrived it threw me for a loop. It was positively gargantuan — like Shaggy and Scooby-Doo sized. I looked everywhere for a string to tie it smaller with, but to no avail. Instead, I just had to open wide and stick it all in there. With all these smart people all around me! And also somehow I had the biggest sandwich, so all of a sudden it became “watch Erika put this whole thing in her mouth” time (stop thinking that dirty joke, neither he nor she said anything). Now, most of y’all don’t know me all that well, but this sort of situation tends to happen to me a lot and as a result I can switch from tentative to balls to the wall in less than one second. “Roll up those sleeves and just take a bite!” I said to myself. And as I geared up to do so, by, you know, unhinging my jaw and whatnot, somebody whipped out their camera and, unbeknownst to me, snapped an action shot just as I was taking my first gluttonous bite. This pic was of course blown up and printed and put on the hallway wall for all the world to see. Perhaps this was just meant as a demonstration of all the extracurricular merriment that ensues among neuroscientists, but it served double duty as a constant reminder that, boy, do I really know how to pack it away! But, suffice it to say, I have no regrets as everything worked out awesomely for me AND I got to eat this rad sandwich. In fact, I work with a lot of these people still and I doubt any of them remembers that sandwich nearly as much as I do. But, I DO remember that sandwich. And every other sandwich I’ve ever had there. Because they are all really pretty good! I’ve never had something I did not like here, beer or food, and though the dishes are monstrous in size, they are not in price, so actually this is a great place to eat overall. Of course, you need 6000 calories in your budget, but if you are up for an indulgent, delicious, mouth-watering, original and unusual sandwich concoction that follows through with its promise of delectability, then Fat Head’s is definitely your place for dinner. And, unless you are going with a bunch of neuroscientists who apparently like to document such things, get sloppy and eat the bejeezus out of whatever you get, cuz that is the only way to do it! Read more »