Every year I get ridiculously excited (for a 30 something) about pancake day. I think the feeling is hard wired into my brain. For as long as I can remember, at this time every year, I couldn’t get home quick enough. No need to ask what’s for dinner, no enforced balanced meal, just as many pancakes as I could imagine and the toppings of my choosing. Even as an adult, when I could eat pancakes any day of the year if I wished, I get the same feeling.
Of course I do eat pancakes at other times of year. But lately, James and I have had a few brunches where the pancakes on the menu have run out. This left me with pancake cravings that only increased as we got towards today. So we decided on Saturday to go to Where the pancakes are. Pancakes guaranteed.
You can book, but I left it a bit late so we decided to go early instead. Like 9am early. Now you could call this meal breakfast but these days brunch seems to define the type of meal you’re eating rather than the time you’re eating it (unless you go down the route of brinner, breakfast dessert etc). So let’s call this brunch.
We ambled along the quiet streets of Borough before spotting a curious door.
You’ll find the pancakes in a place that’s just opened up – Flat Iron Square. A sort of indoor/ outdoor food area, with three restaurants, four street food vendors and a few bars. (I have a feeling it’s going to be popular when the weather warms up!)
It didn’t take long before we spotted the archway of choice.
(You’ll immediately notice the decor is Instagram worthy.)
We ordered coffees and checked out the menu. Although, we’d pretty much made our choices on the way there thanks to the internet and a hungry appetite.
In case you also wonder what a Spanish latte is, it’s a double espresso with condensed milk. A bit too sweet for me but James loved it.
We both went for the American, a stack of buttermilk pancakes, bacon, blueberries and maple syrup. I wanted to try something different like the ‘hummingbird’ with its cinnamon poached pineapple, but I wasn’t feeling adventurous and figured it would be a good excuse to go back.
Not much longer later a steaming stack of delicious pancakes arrived.
Light but more substantial in that buttermilk way. Hot so the maple syrup absorbed right in. Bacon just how I like it, crispy. I managed it down to one last bite, which I felt would tip me over the edge into being too full.
Satisfied our brunch pancakes cravings had been fulfilled, I got to plotting pancake day.
Do you love this time of year? Where have you had the best pancakes so far?
In case you’d prefer someone else to flip your pancakes, it’s open till 11pm for pancake day this year 🙂