Last week, Gretch and I went over to sunny San Diego for a few days.  It was a nice trip–I have family out there, so it was nice to see them, and although Pittsburgh rocks my socks, it’s hard to beat San Diego weather.

karaoke.jpgGretch and I went out one night with one of my cousins who lives out there, and we got a huge shock.  The place she was taking us to was in one of the edgy hip neighborhoods, and as we were driving (because everyone drives everywhere out there), I saw a sign on a bar that said “Wednesday night–Pittsburgh Style Karaoke!”

As you can imagine, Gretch and I demanded that we stop the car instantly.  I mean, what the hell is “Pittsburgh Style Karaoke?” Having lived in Pittsburgh all my life, I never realized it, but apparently karaoke in Pittsburgh is very different than karaoke in other cities.  And by that, I mean that in most other places it sucks real bad.  We went in the bar, and it was decked out in Steelers stuff, there were pictures of downtown, and it reminded me very much of a local dive you’d see in the South Side or something.

So, having settled on a place, we got ourselves a table and belted out some tunes.  I’m still not sure exactly what “Pittsburgh Style” means, but I do know that the place was cozy, cheap, and the patrons would cheer just as loud (if not louder) for the bad singers as they did for the stars.  Very Pittsburgh indeed.