Confidential to said confident persons: keep a roll of paper towels and a bottle of Windex handy.
Mechanical ass for chair testing. Is there something oddly sexual about this place or is it just me?
The Goat and I left Ikea with less than $30 worth of merchandise. To be honest, most of the stuff was complete junk. Every label I saw said made in China or India. The kitchen items, particularly the cookware, were just awful. The place left me completely flat. I guess it's okay for college kids or first-apartment types, but I'm old school that way. Decorate with mom's hand-me-downs and what you dig out of the thrift store.
It was a rainy gray day in Pittsburgh, but we drove around just the same, marveling at the strange houses built into hills and the winding narrow roads. I mourned the weather and longed to walk among the jumbled neighborhoods.
We ate at a quirky place where a tiny arched stairway led to get to the dining area, which was like a lovely surprise at the top of the stairs. I had delicious smoky wings in hot sauce. The goat had a sausage sandwich.
We stopped and bought a candy bar to munch and picked up a case of Yuengling Lager, which you can't get in Ohio. Don't know why. Maybe it has something to do with the Cleveland Browns (a lot of things in Cleveland have to do with the Cleveland Browns). Then we headed home.
Bye Pittsburgh. We'll be back, but next time we're coming just to see you. To hell with Ikea.
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