Dr. Sophia Thomas (Hayia Sophia)
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I’m typically the kind of diner who side-eyes any place with carpeted floors and a scent that speaks of decades past, I’ll admit it. I’m as bourgeois as they come when it comes to ambiance. So when I got driven to Pete’s Café, I walked in side-eyed, prepared to mentally check out. But that first bite? It checked me instead. Hard.
The Migas with bacon were OUTSTANDING. Perfectly scrambled eggs tossed with crunchy tortilla strips, tomatoes, and onions, all elevated by that bold bacon flavor, it was like breakfast had its own mariachi band playing in my mouth. Every bite was warm, comforting, and just the right level of indulgent without being greasy.
Then came Pete’s Special two eggs your way (I went scrambled), with hash browns, bacon, and the fluffiest pancakes I didn’t know I needed. The pancakes had that homemade, butter-infused soul food energy, no need for extra syrup or apology.
The service was warm, no frills, just folks who know what they're doing and let the food speak for itself. Betsie, was the Bestie... I walked in skeptical and walked out converted.
Pete’s Café doesn’t just serve breakfast, it serves up a reminder that sometimes the best things are found off the beaten path, beyond the bougie filters.