If I was at a dive bar in the outskirts of Pittsburgh, I'm fairly sure I'd still get faster service, cheaper beer and better food than what I recieved the last time I was at Preston's. The place was completely deserted and yet finding a server was like playing a game of ""Where's Waldo?"" Is that him/her? Nooo... How about now? No.... Oh wait, there's someone coming now, that must be him/her. No, again. And again. And again. No, every time.
We finally got a server. And then menus. And then drinks. (Hurrah! A reward for our Herculean efforts.) And then we ordered our food. And then we waited. And waited. And waited. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't worth the wait. Unless you enjoy waiting for mediocre bar food.
Overall, I'd take the bar in Pittsburgh, because Preston's is just the pits.
Pros: Interesting decor
Cons: Inconvenient parking, Uncaring waitstaff, Weird smell
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