Ahh, The Griddle Cafe.
This place serves pancakes in basically any flavor (including one stuffed with pumpkin pie filling) and the stack of three pancakes covers your entire plate. I’m pretty sure they don’t ever expect you to finish. Or if they do, I failed miserably and have a 5-pound takeout box chilling in the fridge to show for it.
I had blueberry pancakes, and they were to die for (so was the blueberry sour cream that it was served with).
Jo just walked into my room and found me in a pancake-induced coma, MacBook still perched on my lap (despite the fact that I had two cups of coffee with my pancakes).
We did this after yoga this morning and before laundry, and I consider eating (one quarter of) this breakfast to be my biggest accomplishment of today. I’m a go-getter.
