This is my favorite review of Pamplona from Yelp:
"Perfect in many ways. Awkward space. Awkward acoustics. Service can be charmingly aloof. In other words, not even faintly pretending to be anything it's not. (If the atmosphere isn't what you like, just walk a block in any direction--you'll find your Starbucks soon enough.)
Genuine and lovely. Every time I go there I wish I went there more often.
The coffee? Fine."
What this almost-perfect review missed is the amazing garlic soup. I used to go to Pamplona as a high schooler and smoke illicit cigarettes and feel really cool, wincing as a took each sip of coffee that secretly totally grossed me out. It was that type of place. Not until this year, 8 years after my last high school cigarette, did I stumble again into Pamplona. The garlic soup has saved me many a time this year. It has a mild depth of flavor, not 'garlicky' at all, and if you ask, they'll put chunks of softly boiled egg in it, with the yolk all drippy and oozy and you spoon up a big chunk and YUM.
Maybe more eggs in soups? Hmmmmmmmmmmmm...
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