Stopped in with Classy Mike and Pittsburgh's own Mr. Matt-boto during Mike and I's road trip from New York to Los Angeles.
I could have given Pamela's three stars but I gotta be honest with y'all...Pamela's needs a shot in the ass to find that fire again. Yes, I understand that being endorsed by the friggin President gives you some mighty laurels to rest upon. But Pamela's, y'all ain't tryin'.
The pancakes are good. Maybe even really good - probably 19 stars on my patented 25 star rating system. But Pamela's just doesn't give a damn about anything else. Aerosol whipped cream, Minute Maid sold in a tiny glass at a huge markup, and frozen fruit that's been sitting out for who knows how long. C'mon guys, the endorsement of the President is something to live up to - not an excuse to cut corners.
Food: 18/25 stars
Ambiance: 13/25 stars
Service: 20/25 stars
Bathroom: 17/25 stars (you have to go upstairs to a separate shop)
Probability of going back: 20%