If you have ever lived anywhere near Pittsburgh, you will undoubtedly recognize these magical words: Jeet jet? No, j’ou? I did eat, and quite well, at this year’s annual gathering of childhood friends in Pittsburgh. From ice cream at Dave and Andy’s in Oakland to french fry-stuffed sandwiches at Primanti Bros. in the Strip District, Ann, Jen, Marilee, Nickie and I gorged ourselves on some of the Steel City’s finest classic foods. Our culinary tour de force began at Girasole in Shadyside. Located in a basement level, former coffee house on Copeland Street, this cozy bistro featured Northern Italian cuisine dished out in an intimate, exposed stone-walled dining room. On this particular Friday evening Girasole was a blur of activity. A packed house didn’t prevent us from receiving attentive service and delightful meals, though. Each entree came with a house salad, two words that invariably make me cringe. At most restaurants “complimentary house salad” translates into limp iceberg lettuce topped with slivers of pink tomatoes and a scattering of carrot confetti. At Girasole it meant plates brimming with mixed greens, whole cherry tomatoes, chickpeas, crumbles of gorganzola cheese …