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| - I am in love with this place.
If you just want to get to the review about the food, skip this paragraph. If you enjoy the long, drawn out nostalgic reviews, read on:
Let me preface this by saying I have very mixed feelings on living in Pittsburgh. I find it hot or cold, and that goes for everything. The people, the night life, the restaurants, it's all a love/hate relationship for me. I rarely encounter anything where I'm just like, "eh." There are things that make me love it here, there are things that make me hate it. I find people as nice as I found them back home in WV or absolutely the rudest EVER. The weather...ugh...don't get me started. So why am I telling you this? Because when I debate packing my things, selling my house, and moving away, I have a list of things I love (which are usually very simple things because that's the kind of person I am) that keep me here. They are things I know I'll never find anywhere else and things that make me love it here; the things I imagine give Pittsburgh it's awesome city rep, and this place is at the very top of that list.
This wasn't my first visit. The boyfriend and I walked in around 8am. We had just been to Home Depot and had a long day of yard work ahead. The last thing I wanted was to cook breakfast. We hopped onto 2 seats at the bar, as usual, and I ordered my usual, the Banana Split Crepe with a side of well done sweet sausage, and a coffee, and a water with lemon. It was astounding, and it always is. I take 2 bites of the sausage and take it home, every time. It's sweet and as lean as sausage could be and cooked to perfection. The coffee is perfectly brewed. The crepe is golden and delicious. The fruit is perfectly warm, the cheese too, and the toppings abundant. It's my favorite breakfast. I want to go on about the atmosphere though, because if the food were stellar and everything else sucked, I probably wouldn't return. The flip side is, the food could be mediocre (it isn't) and the rest would probably still bring me back.
We were greeted by a friendly tattooed waitress. We are tattooey too, and are always happy to patronize places that allow employees to look the way they choose (side note, that's why we Home Depot over Lowes, but that's another review). Most of the staff here is sporting some ink, and black and white work side by side laughing and looking like they enjoy their job. I know Pittsburgh is known for it's diversity, so it may surprise you I mention that, but sometimes I find it to be quite the opposite. Not here. Not ever. Everyone smiles, everyone is friends, everyone is nice.
I was sitting next to a Jewish man, a table of young Asian students behind me, business men to my right, and old ladies dressed to the 9's across the way. Next to my boyfriend sat the waitress' well behaved young daughter, eating cut up banana and a milkshake. Cartoons were on, and I was cool with that. This is a place for everyone. I dig that the most.
As I'm drinking my coffee, waiting on my crepe, the restaurant is noisy. The radio is on. Prince comes on, and employee wiping down tables walks over and cranks it up. He's wiping and dancing, a few waitresses are dancing, too. We are laughing and dancing in our seats. The cooks on the line are nodding their heads.
Breakfast is delicious, the place has a pulse, and life is good. There isn't a face in the place without a smile on it. The boyfriend looks over and says "this is the best f*cking omlette I have ever had." Our waitress laughs and tops off the coffee.
This is the Pittsburgh I was told about, and this is the Pittsburgh I love.
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