Unless you're in the mood for flat and floppy discs of grease (aka Pamela's famous crepes), don't go here to satisfy your pancake craving. (They don't make traditional pancakes anymore).
In the past few years they ditched whatever hint of authenticity they still possessed and redecorated. From comfy and gritty city diner to garish comic-book/Andy Warhol-esque ugliness. Music greats like Janis Joplin are painted on the wall and I guess we are supposed to think they, too, like to eat greasy Pamela's on a Sunday morning?
Pamela's is overrated. For good breakfast go to Deluca's in the Strip.