Nope. Nope. NOPE. \nWhen I moved here, I got the \""Oh my ghad ya have to go to Pimanny's!\"" \n\nAfter doing a search for Pimanny's, and the GPS asking if I meant Primanti's, I went to PRIMANTI'S. Actually, the boyfriend and I went to Primanti's. The boyfriend doesn't like a lot of stuff on his sandwich. He asked for the fries and slaw on the side. Enter first bad impression. \""You can't have it on the side!' The woman behind the counter snapped. Um, yeah, I can. I look around and notice that everything is served on wax paper, so I poke the boy and point to a patron's \""plate.\"" So boyfriend says \""it's ok if you just pile it up next to the sandwich, I don't mind.\"" She replies \""It comes on the sandwich. Not on the side.\"" So needless to say, no slaw or fries for Mr. Boyfriend. At this point, I'm pissed. If you read my other reviews you know I work in customer service FOR TIPS. I don't care where I am, I don't care how it's served. This is bad service. We didn't ask for anything special or complicated. Whatever. I'm here, and he ordered, so I guess we are still eating. \n\nI ordered the fish. \""You want yours no slaw no fries too I bet, huh?\"" Repress. Urge. To. Be. A. Jerk. \""No, as is will be fine, thanks.\"" \n\nSo it's Italian bread. Ok. The crust is hard, the bread gets soft with all the stuff on the sandwich. Eating these things is a hot mess. I don't mind a messy meal, but I don't get the appeal here. I understand the history, truck drivers needed to eat on the go, everything went on the sandwich, problem solved. Well, I'm not a truck driver. I'm not on the go. I'm sitting at your bar, wondering how the hell anyone ever ate this while they were driving without wearing it. Anyway, it wasn't epic. The fish was plain, the slaw was plain, the fries were fries, and the bread was meh. The lady came and asked my boyfriend \""how's your sandwich?\"" He shrugged \""It's all right.\"" Whoa, apparently that's grossly offensive language or something. \""It's all right?! It's the best around!'' No, maam. Not by a long shot. \n\nI'll pass. Thanks but no thanks. People say \""well, we grew up here, it's what we eat. It's better when you're drunk.\"" Ok, I'll keep that in mind. Next time I'm hammered and want to eat a mediocre sandwich with a side of crappy service, I'll be sure to stop on by.