Said journey began at Pamela's, which I was informed is a local institution. Their decor was authentic "60's Diner" in the sense that nothing had been taken off the walls in over 40 years. This is a common theme amongst diners in Pittsburgh, as well as the city itself. Thank goodness the food itself was not also 40 years old! Ding Dong! But seriously, the food was totally new, and severely enjoyable. I had the Tex-Mex omelet, while everyone else elected to dine on pancakes. Were it an actual election, pancakes would have won by a landslide. As you can see, my omelet more than proved its edibility:
Here are those election-winning pancakes, which Kyle made solid work of:
These handsome folks are happily digesting, while Grant demonstrates how much food he can put in his mouth. Impressive stuff indeed!
And let's not forget that all the while, the completely un-creepy specter of Stan loomed over the table, watching us eat our brunch:
Of course, as I said, this was merely the beginning...
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