NVM Review

By Warren Rojas

Brittany’s co-owner Bob Geck has seen his fair share of Terrible Towels—what with the Virginia Black and Gold Club taking up residency at his come-as-you-are bar every weekend.

“We’ve probably got 150 Steelers’ faithful that come out every Sunday,” Geck estimates.

The Pittsburgh presence is so prevalent, in fact, that Brittany’s now features a Steel City tribute boasting grilled, mixed greens and french fries buried beneath a mountain of shredded cheddar and ranch (the single “salad” was presented with four containers of dressing).

Woe to the iron gut-less who attempt to topple this monolith in a single sitting (don’t say I didn’t warn you).

Smaller appetites are easily accommodated by the puny but plentiful chicken wings (about 20 pygmy-sized pieces per order), prepared in a panoply of curious sauces, including: mild, hot, death, hot garlic (fairly mild, but with a definite garlic character to them), sexy (intriguingly cinnamoned), peanut butter & jelly (got the peanut; still waiting on the sweet), old bay and chili-lime.,/p>

Meanwhile, a cheese-salsa-olive collaboration turns traditional potato skins into nacho dirty bombs (but in a good kind of way).

Those more interested in sporting events than eating decathlons can catch all the NFL games on the bar’s nearly three dozen TVs (embedded atop the octagonal bar, lined up at the front of the main lounge and strategically positioned wherever else possible). Interactivity seekers can test their own mettle in between downs at the pool tables, dartboards and sports-themed video games (bowling, golf, boxing, hunting and shuffleboard) propped up all around the restaurant.