The New York Times came to Pittsburgh and discovered my neighborhood, Lawrenceville. They’ve put most of the good stuff on the map (and, sadly, the mediocre Piccolo Forno), but they missed two Vietnamese restaurants and Pittsburgh’s (only) hipster bar, Brillobox, all on Penn Avenue. They skipped two coffeeshops, a branch library, the place where they hold the teeny farmer’s market on Thursdays, several decent bars and the local liquor store. My place — which the paper would accurately describe as a turn-of-the-last-century brick row house — is there on the map, hiding under an “e.”
