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Output: Damn decent drip coffee, 100% would go back again for the brew. Service with a friendly smile. Great prices. Cool place.

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Output: I love summertime in Madison because you can find a farmer's market just about any day of the week. This Sunday market really delivers. You can munch kettle corn or crab rangoons while you check out the bounty. It's smaller and more compact than the downtown market--and that's just my speed. Unlike many, I am not a fan of hot spicy cheese bread, so I don't miss it at all at these other farmer's markets. The tamales sold here are SO much more delicious.

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Output: How excited am I to have Indian food just down the street from the office? Pretty dang excited, I'll tell ya. I'm even more excited that it's good Indian food. On my first visit, I started with a tomato and coconut bisque. It was delicious: smooth, creamy, and just the tiniest hint of coconut under the tomato and spices. It avoided overwhelming sweetness. For my entree, I had saagwala. It was tasty: tender lamb and good flavors. I might order it spicier next time, though. I specified a "3," and it was pretty mild, although certainly not bad. The interior is fun as well. Red and blue contrast and various designs decorate the wallpaper. The only criticism I have is that the waiter took quite a while to return our check. He was apologetic when we flagged him down, but when you're on your lunch hour, you notice things like that.

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The food is very good, but the service leaves MUCH to be desired. I visited with six family members on my birthday a few weeks ago. We waited about 45 minutes for a table to open up, but I figured it was so there would be a table to accommodate my grandmother, who was in a wheelchair. Eventually, the maitre d' called our name, and we went to our table to find that my grandmother's wheelchair would not fit. I snuck away to go to the bathroom, and I returned to find that the maitre d' split our group into four and two, putting my grandmother and grandfather at a table about twenty feet away from where the rest of my family was seated. I ordered the pancakes, which were not only excellent, but about ten minutes later than everyone else's food. We asked a waitress where my pancakes were, she offered a flustered explanation that many people order the pancakes, which made it difficult to keep track of where they all go. (Perhaps I should be surprised that the rest of my family received their orders, since everybody ordered hotcakes.) Another five minutes passed, and the pancakes finally showed up. They were a bit more buttery than I like, but they still retained a light, fluffy flavor. (I should mention that as a person who lives about thirty minutes from the Vermont border, I'm slightly let down when restaurants have table syrup instead of maple syrup. Pamela's hotcakes aren't worthy of ordinary table syrup, so the lack of maple syrup was more disappointing than usual.) However, I only was able to eat half of my order because I was so stressed out about the poor service. Later, I spoke to a manager who was working in the kitchen. He was very nice and very apologetic about what happened. However, the maitre d' came back and started to try and defend himself, saying that he offered to split us up and that we accepted. I replied that he not only waited until we arrived at our table, but that he let in many groups of two and four (and even five) that had arrived after we did. The manager apologized and explained that this maitre d' was new to the restaurant, and later gave us $25 in gift cards, which I'm not sure I will use. On the way out, the maitre d' gave me a quick "take it easy, bro" response. I kept myself from yelling at him and left, probably for the last time. Until service improves and handicap-accessible seating is improved, I cannot see myself returning to Pamela's.