Pamela's is a bit of a cliche in Pittsburgh. Often falling in with Primanti's as a "go to" spot for tourists that think they're getting a feel for the city. Brushing that grudge aside, Pamela's doesn't mess around.
As any diner should, Pamela's has their shit together. They handle a veritable flood of people like it's nothing. Not only is the service always attentive, the food is delicious. It's diner food, mind you, and not the most complex but everything they make is superb. Their pancakes make me want to eat pancakes and I never eat pancakes.
Furthermore, their is no recipe posted online for their special pancakes. Thin and crispy on the edges, there's just something about them that makes you devour way too many only to regret it later. The recipe is so special that only Pamela's namesake knows it. Shucks.