Imagine those restaurants that you went to when you were a kid with your family.  Where you were forced to be dressed up and try to act like an adult.  Because the grandparents decided the restaurant, it probably had its hay day about 40 years ago and hasnt changed a thing since.  They still remember it as having great food and a wonderful atmosphere.  \nThese are the memories I get at Bravo Franco and I didnt even grow up in Pittsburgh.  Unfortunately, the hay day of Bravo Franco seemed to have passed, if it was ever there, a long time ago.  \nThe service was decent which is its lone bright point.  The food just wasnt very tasty.  The Snapper special was swimming.  The veal looked tough.  The Cappucino was watery.  Trying to find a bright spot on this one.