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Friday, May 15, 2009

Gypsy Café/Pittsburgh/Pan-European 

by Imogen V. Shahrazad

Pardon the cliché, but Gypsy Café on Pittsburgh’s South Side is buried treasure. Located on Bingham Street on the same block as the City Theatre, it’s easy to walk by the restaurant and never notice. However, it’s well-worth breaking out your treasure map.*

Upon entering the establishment, one is struck by the inviting warmth of the décor. The lighting is gentle and accented by tealights in purple votive holders that complement the exposed brick, gold-framed mirrors, and local art on the walls. Oriental rugs add further coziness, and one wall even includes an old church pew as part of the table seating. Basically, it’s pretty.

While I’ve been to Gypsy for dinner a number of times, I have only been to their Sunday brunch a few times, including this past Mother’s Day. The best part about Gypsy Café brunch is that each Sunday is a different theme; appropriately, the most recent was entitled the Famous Mothers Brunch, and each of the entrees incorporated names such as Carol Brady.

A lover of all things pasta related, I ordered the scallion gnocchi with a side of sour cream, a petite salad with creamy Turkish feta dressing, and a mimosa. The mimosa was a delicious opener, not too heavy on the champagne. The petite salad is a delicate blend of field greens, chickpeas, and thinly sliced carrots and radishes. Occasionally I find that field greens taste like dirt, but these were fresh and light. The creamy Turkish feta is, in a word, incredible. Again, no flavors are overwhelming; rather, they are deliciously harmonious.

Finally, the gnocchi was a gamble for me, as I have a fraught relationship with the flavor of onions. I decided to try it based on the fall/winter special sweet potato and pumpkin gnocchi with sage brown butter, a meal I’d sell a kidney for. Fortunately, I was not disappointed. My mother ate the onions from my plate, and the scallion flavor in the gnocchi itself was subtle. The pasta was dusted in parmesan cheese, and the sour cream on the side kept it from being too dry. In summation, I ate until it hurt to live.

I highly recommend that anyone living in or visiting Pittsburgh plan to visit Gypsy Café. At entrées ranging in price from approximately $14 to $22, it’s definitely not an affordable everyday dining experience (unless you’re fabulously wealthy, or not a graduate student), but it’s a great place for a date or a celebration dinner. I give my solemn promise that you will not be disappointed. If I’m wrong, you have permission to smack me.

*Bad joke. Sorry.

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Do You Want Fries With That?

By Max Gold, Age 13

There’s a quiet little town, in a world, on about a 78 degrees angle from Venus, about 2389329 miles away from Venus, full of really, really, really fat people. These people loved to eat; they would eat everything, from liver to asparagus, from chocolate to Sticky Cheese, and from Jelly to Jam. Now these people were happy people and no one ever put them down.

Outside Earth, there’s this gigantic space ship. This space ship looks exactly like a hamburger, with seeds every few yards and all. Their salt and pepper guns were loaded, and ready to hit this planet full of fat people (although they the McDonaldians didn‘t know they were fat.) The King Grilled Chicken stood up on the ice cream cone pillar, ready to make a speech.

“Hello My fellow McDonaldians” The King Grilled Chicken said. “Today we march down to earth, and we fight to death!” he screamed.

This got much applause, especially from a Chicken nugget, named Crispy Gangsta. “Yeah let’s show dem homies we gunna pop a soda cap up their-” But he was cut off when the king threw a ketchup packet at him. “Shut it. Now unleash all flamin’ hot sauce!” The King screamed.

Down on Earth all the fat people were having a “we-ate-ten-thousand-pieces-of-chicken-day.” Now as we all know that’s a huge celebration, everyone who’s anyone goes there.

Then, out of nowhere, it started raining salt and pepper. Then the sound of hamburgers the size of pillows ringed in everyone ears. Then… a giant pillow sized hamburger flew down from the sky. It was Crispy Gangsta ready for action.

Unfortunately a boy named Chungy saw Crispy’s ship and got over excited. He ran at the hamburger full force, and swallowed Crispy Gangsta whole. Then he tore that hamburger down and ate the entire thing in five seconds, and wanted more. Then the rest of the space ships came down. In half an hour not one scrap of food was left. Except the mother ship which had landed.

“I come to you humans in peace and hope we can make a fair agreement, and-” but he got cut off when Chungy got a little too hungry. He swallowed the king in one gulp. The poor McDonaldians had no idea what was coming… But the voluptuous folk on the ground sure got a lot of fun out of eating the mother ship.

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