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| - Pamela's is an abomination of a breakfast place that represents the worst of everything. However, to make up for the food being awful, you will have to wait on line for 20 minutes and then dine in cramped and uncomfortable seating.
It is, for some reason, unfathomably popular. The best thing on the menu is their crepe-like pancakes, which are nicely crisped on the edges. They are nicely crisped on the edges because they are cooked in a disgusting margarine-like substance that always leaves me, personally, feeling a bit ill. The coffee is forgettable, the eggs are passable, the bacon is inevitably chewy -- which right there should cause someone to be marched out to the firing squad -- and their lyonnaise potatoes are insultingly limp (and, like the pancakes, soaked in margarine).
If you are dragged here by your friends, find new friends. If you can't do that, then try to get one of the pancakes that come with some sort of whipped or sour cream. Not because they're better, mind you, but because at least the cream will help balance the fat that comes from a machine with fat that, at some point in its history, came from a cow.
Better alternatives to Pamela's in Pittsburgh: on the 'nice' end, Coca Café or even Square Café, on the 'greasy spoon' end either DeLuca's or JoJo's.
Frankly, I think I'd rather eat the completely boring and institutional breakfasts at Eat and Park than go to Pamela's again. At least they have heard of this thing called "butter."
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