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| - In Philly, brunch is like a sport. We do it well and I am a skilled athlete. Gold medal Olympic skills son. Perhaps brunch is not a sport on the other side of the state. Maybe brunch in the burgh is just an exhibition game?
We went to the square cafe on a Sunday morn. Brunch was in full swing at this tiny place. We put our names in and took a quick walk around the block. Back at the cafe, the place was still hopping. We were a party of 3, difficult to seat when places are busy. They sat another threesome at a large table and the waitress came over and asked if we wanted to share the table to reduce our wait time. Sure. No worries. Even though we sat at the same table, we exchanged a few smiles with our table buddies and said nothing the rest of the time. Kinda weird.
Anyways, the menu was full of options. I had a hard time deciding, but went with a western omelet. My friends went with nutella and banana crepes and a veggie omelet.
The staff was good. The omelet was ok. The potatoes that came with the omelet were so so. They were kind of a downer actually. There was a hitch with the crepes, but they were quickly fixed. The waitress was really nice and attentive. Odd because our table buddies complained about her to management. Then again, they complained about everything in their lives, or at least when I chose to listen in, that was all I heard.
I was told this is one of few places to get an awesome brunch in Pittsburgh. Perhaps because of that, I was a bit let down. If back around these parts, I will probably look elsewhere. Its just not a fair match for me.
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