We stopped in after touring San Francesco and shared a water, one glass of wine and Bruschetta. Brow-chet-ah. Not the Americanized: Broo-shet-ah. The proprietor spoke some English and was delightful and fun, explaining the arancini is a southern Italy dish (best in Pittsburgh are at Il Pizzaiolo) and arancia means orange! Mid-afternoon, we were the only patrons of this dark, very British-seeming pub, and relaxed and people-watched the busy street outside. It was truly worth stopping in for our snippets of conversation with the proprietor.