Pasquale’s is no Luigi’s, but it will do in a pinch. The service is quick, the crust is good, the sauce is bad, and the prices are cheap. I think part of why I’m so harsh on this pizza joint is that it resides in the location of the long-gone legendary Mandel’s Bakery, and I’m the typical nostalgic Pittsburgher. The ads for Pasquale’s show fresh toppings and fresh salads, which to me does not equate to the browning iceberg lettuce they try to pass off. Skip the greens. Crack open a beer and your pizza will be there before you see the bottom of the can.