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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

This pizza parlor will draw you back for more

By Scott Beveridge

BRIDGEVILLE, Pa. – It would seem pointless to stop at Burgh’s Pizza and Wing Pub for anything other than, well, the pizza and wings that have made this restaurant a success.

So the Bridgeville, Pa., eatery is the destination tonight, where we order 10 jumbo Buffalo wings and a Mit’s white way thin deck pizza.

The place at 533 Washington Ave. in the heart of this town about 20 minutes from Pittsburgh has two bars and a mid-sized dining room. The beer selection is broad with 28 brews on tap and more than 100 different bottle brands in the coolers.

The ceiling is industrial looking, while the walls are painted mauve and yellow. There is a hearty mid-week crowd inside, an indication that the grub here is worth its weight on a pizza pie pan.

The wings arrive first, and are not any bigger than your run-of-the-mill wing dings. The sauce tastes like the standard Buffalo variety served in this area. The saving grace: they are crisp and not greasy, my friend says.

But the pizza is the star of the meal. The crust is probably the best I’ve had in some time. It also has a perfect mix of toppings – artichokes, spinach, sun-dried tomatoes and feta, we agree.

“Sometimes you can overdo feta,” my friend says.

I think the pizza, though, is a bit too garlicky

“Too much garlic is never enough garlic,” she argues.

A great thing about this family-owned bar and restaurant is the fact it has helped to raise $140,000 over the years to develop a nearby hiking and biking path known as Montour Trail. Even better – it makes it’s own dough and pizza sauce, said Frank Daily, who owns the business with his brothers, Dan and Tom.

However, when one of these pizzas is consumed it requires a full workout on the 40-mile recreational rail-trail park to digest it without adding more width to the spare tire.

A glance at the mound of pizza with pepperoni being devoured by a couple across the room makes me jealous of them. The envy worsens while I’m en route to the rest room and spot a deep-dish red pizza screaming my name from another table.

I’ll definitely come back for seconds, and then scout out that trail.