I don’t believe bright red ceilings were the norm in the 1920’s, but it offers a chic design twist that blends the old and the new into a perfect concoction. The inside of the building has been renovated right down to the patterns on the tin ceiling. Did I mention the abundance of chocolate treats from Edward Marc Chocolatier that’s located in the store? (It’s okay if you stop reading this post now to fulfill your insatiable desire for the best summertime treats in the city.) Not only do they specialize in milkshakes they offer sundaes, floats, spritzers, sodas, and more. They range from the Classic Vanilla milkshake to the more adventurous Cajun Chocolate. Over 55 different flavors are offered along with daily specials. The Milk Shake Factory offers all of the nostalgia of a bygone era but with a twist. When you look at both sides of the coin, it makes sense why there is a milkshake parlor in the epicenter of Pittsburgh nightlife. Granted, Carson Street has one of the highest concentrations of bars/clubs in the U.S., but that is only one side of the neighborhood. There are very few places in the Burgh where you can walk to school, work, a grocery store, shops, restaurants, and of course the nightlife hot spots while surrounding yourself with the Victorian and historical charm that transforms an ordinary neighborhood into a truly unique one that cannot be replicated. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much of an interest to explore the area since I wasn’t twenty-one at the time and two miles seemed like a world away.Ī few years later and a number of excursions into the South Side have taught me one thing: my teacher was wrong it’s a complete neighborhood that is a microcosm of Pittsburgh. That doesn’t create a particularly flattering image in your mind, unless you’re twenty-one years old or older and you enjoy getting tattoos, bar-hopping and clubbing. She described the urban scene, specifically Carson Street, as bar, bar, tattoo parlor, bar, bar, restaurant, tattoo parlor, bar, and bar. The most poignant memory I have from the class is the description she told us of the South Side neighborhood. Even after the semester ended, she sent us emails wishing us happy holidays and good luck with the rest of our college careers. She would bring my class cookies and pizza for almost every lecture. What was even more enjoyable was the teacher she was an older lady somewhere north of 65 and still had her father, who was in his nineties, drive her to work every day. It was a great class to have in between the more traditional gen-ed classes such as American History and English. In my first semester of college in 2009, I had a class that introduced students to all that Pittsburgh had to offer.
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