Clear your schedule and pull up a chair at Pamelas. Everything will make you feel like you're moving in slow motion for the rest of the day, but the breakfast is unbeatable. The potatoes could launch a thousand ships--I love mixing them all up with two overeasy eggs and plenty of ketchup and dipping in a thick buttered slice of Italian toast from the bakery just down the road. Meanwhile, I steal pinches off of my wife's strawberry hotcakes (crepes style)--the crispy deep fried edges are a party for your mouth.
You'll have a short wait if you come on the weekend--but service is snappy and plates land on your table in 10 minutes flat.
You'll get similar fare at each location, but I've experienced some mess-ups at the Mt Lebo location (which truly feels like an outpost--austere boxy room crammed with tables). Lipstick on the water glass (no biggie--it happens) and plastic wrap in my omelette (unpleasant in the mouth). Both these incidents occurred on the same visit, so I will chalk it up to an off day for a newer restaurant. Anyway, they gave us a fee meal on our next visit, but I'd stick to the Strip if you have a choice.