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| - OK, let's get one thing straight first. You're not allowed to call yourself a "diner" if you close at 3 or 4 in the afternoon. You're barely a low-end cafe. If I can't get breakfast for dinner, you don't belong anywhere NEAR the diner category--and at Pamela's, you can't get ANYTHING for dinner, because they're not even open. So change the name.
Now onto the food. When I first moved to Pittsburgh, I couldn't wait to try this place. I love brunch, and the rave reviews had me salivating. And my first trip was pretty good! The stuffed crepes are really tasty. The line on weekends is out of control, but I thought it was understandable if my first dish was representative of their offerings. Spoiler Alert: It was not.
Every subsequent visit has been a massive disappointment. The salads are mediocre; the sandwiches are nothing special; the sides are middling at best; and their "chorizo" tastes like a frozen school cafeteria sausage patty pan-fried with a pack of Ortega taco spices.
That people will wait even a few minutes for anything but the stuffed crepes is a mind-boggling mystery, and the hours people spend lingering outside these doors say more about the sad state of local brunch offerings than anything about the cuisine inside.
They do one thing well, and it's the only reason for the second star on this rating. So if you're in the mood for stuffed crepes and the line isn't long, by all means, hit up Pamela's. I won't be coming back until they change the menu, the name, and/or the hours.
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