The day after the binge at the Ale House, my hungover ass paid a visit to Six Penn Kitchen for lunch. The restaurant was in a great loft style space with excellent fucking ambiance. Fortunately, all this ambiance was in Pittsburgh so no condescending hostesses gave me shit about rolling up unshaven, unshowered, and wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

I ordered the fish and chips, which was good, but not great. However, the waiter was quick with the refills on Coke and water. Overall, I enjoyed Six Penn Kitchen, but not enough to unequivocally recommend it.