There’s a place in Pittsburgh where the line outside isn’t just a suggestion of quality – it’s practically a civic institution.
Pamela’s Diner stands as a Steel City landmark where breakfast dreams come true and where patience in that inevitable queue becomes a virtue rewarded with pancake nirvana.
Let me tell you about the morning I discovered what might be the greatest French toast in the Commonwealth – and why this unassuming spot with the bright blue awning has had presidents and locals alike coming back for decades.
The first thing you notice about Pamela’s is that everyone else has noticed it too…