I love Coca Cafe more than any other restaurant in Pgh. So you have to wait? Whatever. You should, because it's worth it. Or go on a weekday and sit outside sipping mint tea and watching the traffic on Butler and the comings and going at the convenience store next door. Classy? Maybe not. But fantastic nonetheless. Walk in, seat yourself (if it's not Sunday) and listen to Brazilian music. Get a coffee. Get cinnamon swirl bread that absolutely oozes butter and fat and sensuous warmth. On Sunday get any of the specials. Today both the chorizo stuffed banana peppers and the waffled french toast with peaches made me about want to die they were so good. I thought I would explode, but I refused to leave anything behind. Also, I love the server from ATL. He's the only person in Pgh that I've met who says 'y'all' (besides myself.) More y'all. Less yinz. I'm all for it. And they have secret caches of Sriracha (cock sauce for those less prudish than I) if you happen to dislike Tabasco.
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