Pancake Porn in Guinea Gulch

One of things I love best about Fall — besides chunky knits and good hair days —  is the fact that the change of season brings out J’s and I’s adventurous spirits. And by adventurous spirits, I mean our willingness to venture outside the boundaries of our backyard. Having both spent the majority of our adult lives in the city, having a big backyard with actual grass and trees and a pool is still such a novelty that we tend to never want to leave it during the summer months. So when the weather turns cooler, we get all kinds of crazy and GO OUT FOR BREAKFAST.

One of our favorite places is the Original Pancake House on Bloomfield Avenue, in West Caldwell, New Jersey.

Jersey’s version of the Eiffel Tower.

You may recall that the neighborhoods along Bloomfield Avenue in New Jersey, are the former stomping grounds of the gone-too-soon-please-make-a-movie-already Mr. Tony Soprano. (I love my pony boots Tony.) The avenue is lined with all sorts of deliciousness — which J and I are planning to give our full and undivided attention in the coming months — and the Original Pancake House is the cornerstone of the area’s “foodie” experience.

The Original Pancake House is a third generation, family owned business that started with one location in Portland Oregon, in 1953, and has since grown to over one hundred franchises nation-wide. The restaurant uses high-quality ingredients and each location makes all of their batters and sauces from scratch daily (including the magical sourdough starter they use to make their pancakes taste so effin good). It takes years to learn the techniques to make their award-winning pancakes, and the chefs who work there have been with the company for an average of eight years. Which tells you a lot about how they must treat their employees.

See how happy this little guy is? It’s because he gets to eat pancakes all day.

The place is always jammed, and if you don’t go on the early side you’ll likely have to wait. But the line moves pretty quickly, and since the reward for waiting patiently is a big plate of pancakes no one seems to mind. In fact, everyone there is in a super good mood. From the patrons, to the hostess, to the wait staff and busboys. There’s just this current of contentment running through the joint. Which makes total sense, because you never hear a sad story about a pancake. Think about it.

Now for the part you’ve been waiting for.

***********WARNING. THE FOLLOWING CONTENT IS RATED “P” AND IS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE PERSONAL GRIEVANCES AGAINST CARBS***********

These sexy chocolate chip hotties were mine. You may now lick your screen.

I thought J was pussing out when he ordered the scrambled eggs with homefries, and was about to ask him if he wanted to go dress shopping after breakfast,

but then he totally stepped up with a shorty of these cinnamon and golden raisin beauties.

And then schooled me with an order of the thick-cut, maple-cured bacon.       (Note how the order looks a bit on the skimpy side. It’s because I had already snatched up the largest strip and was gripping it protectively between my teeth while taking this photo.)

Needless to say, we left fully sated and very happy. And just as I was thinking that the day could not possibly get any better, I spotted something off the side of the road that filled me with such wonder and delight that I could hardly believe it was real.

I am a huge fan of Jenny Lawson, the off-the-charts brilliant and funny writer behind The Bloggess, and author of The New York Times best-seller, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened: (A Mostly True Memoire). In her book, Lawson describes how she once got her husband a giant metal chicken (whom she named Beyonce) as a gag anniversary gift. She had dragged the chicken up to their front door, rang the bell, and then ran and hid behind the bushes to enjoy his reaction. Hysterical. Read about it here. Beyonce-the-giant-metal-chicken now has her own Facebook page, where people from all over the world post pictures of their own BTGMC sightings, and where your’s truly will shortly be adding my own contribution.

TAH DAH!

OH CLUCK YEAH!

Have an awesome Thursday you guys!

 



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5 replies

  1. Wow, that chicken story was funny. Hehehe…

  2. Oh Rio…I used to live two blocks from an Original Pancake House in Park Ridge, IL. I highly recommend the banana pancakes with the citrus “syrup.” And yes, with bacon. Always with bacon. Happy Fall.

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