Lindo's was heartily recommended to me by my mother's 70 year-old husband. If a charmingly cranky-pants 70 year-old recommends a place for breakfast - you GO. No questions asked. Unfortunately, I think it's time for him to revisit Lindo's, since I suspect it's past its heyday.
My crew of six visited this Northside landmark one chilly Saturday morning before a Pitt game. We expected to wait, given the crowd, but were pleasantly surprised when we were offered the private back room immediately. This backroom isn't exactly reminiscent of "SAW," but it is well on its way. Nevertheless, we appreciated the privacy and were happy to sit amongst the leftover restaurant items from yesteryear. Surprisingly, the dining room really wasn't as busy as it first appeared. The staff were friendly - in the beginning - and I felt good about our choice. That feeling quickly changed to dread. It was a full 30 minutes after the final members of our party arrived when we placed our breakfast orders.
At the end of the experience, we had lost two hours of our lives and had barely a coffee refill to show for it. The food was delightful enough; your average diner fare. But sorry, not worth the wait. We shall commence our regular tailgate schedule of kegs and eggs next time for sure.