Mrs. V's Grill

A busy morning ended with a ridiculously late (noon!) breakfast in Pittsburgh this rainy Saturday morning. On the list for today was Mrs. V's Grill on Brownsville Road. It's a place we drive past often but have never stopped.  It is a little store front in a tiny shopping strip of Brentwood, across the street from the borough building and next door to a Himalayan grocery store, and a guitar shop (more on that later).

Since it was officially the lunch hour, we expected to fight off the lunch crowd for some breakfast, but instead arrived to an empty restaurant. And not empty because they were closed, but a little sign was on the door "back in 5 min, went to bank". Never in our 11 years in the city have I seen anything so small-town. Very cute. And when I say empty, I mean nobody was even in the kitchen!

Since it was so late, we weren't about to give up to find another place to eat, so we grabbed our own menus and waited (just a few minutes) for someone to return. And if I didn't know any better, I would have thought it was Mrs. V herself who came rushing back full of apologies for the wait. A super sweet little old lady who could put on a red & white outfit at Christmas to pass as Mrs. Claus. It was a good thing we were the only ones there, as the poor thing was both waitress and head chef!

The breakfast menu at Mrs. V's Grill is definitely homemade but not very "inspired", and the prices are shockingly low. I picked the #1 with over easy, sausage & Italian, and husband chose a Swiss & ham omelet with a short stack on the side. It was a little awkward ordering from our little friend, knowing she had to run back and cook everything herself. A few more people came in after us, making her day a little busier.

After breakfast, we couldn't resist taking a peek inside the Himalayan grocery store next door. It is a super small place with a bunch of unique fresh produce and all kinds of other bizarre non-food items. According to an interesting review I found, it caters to the "sizable population of Nepalis" in the Pittsburgh area. Who knew?? It was a place I would have expected to see in the Strip District, and was definitely a culture shock.  And before heading back to the car, we also stopped by South Hills Music which is an even smaller store front guitar shop. And husband is now signed up for his first guitar lesson! Who knew??