r i’m a west side girl. yes, i have, of course, been to price hill chili. (i don’t think i’d get my west side card if i haven’t!) but, truth be told…haven’t been there in years! not that i don’t enjoy it, i just don’t like traveling that far up glenway ave. back in the day – that would be 30 years ago ( shut up) – we would go to sam’s (that’s what we called it then!), for saturday night dinner. there weren’t any applebee’s or friday’s, in the 80′s…mom and pop restaurants were the norm. so, sam’s would be our big night out. it was one room. tiny grill in front. simple diner food, done well. chili, goetta, double deckers…west side staples. (i always got the sam’s salad – and, they still have it!) the husband and i were going to see a play (musical, really) with my parents – yes, we got sucked into their oldie’s theater show. since it was at the covedale theater, we decided to go to phc (that’s going to be price hill chili, from now on, got it?). i was immediately flooded with memori