I mentioned, briefly, in yesterday’s post that I had brunch, this past Sunday, with a friend’s daughter and her boyfriend. We went to the Thompson Diner, one of the restaurants in the very trendy, luxury boutique hotel that opened not all that long ago, in Toronto. I suggested it because they serve a good breakfast; and, in particular, their pancakes are outstanding.
Don’t believe me? Think a pancake is a pancake is a pancake?
Well, feast your eyes on this stack. That’s what I ordered. Blueberry pancakes. Yes, they are that huge. The size of a dinner plate. Each one is close to a quarter of an inch thick. And you get three in an order.
Crammed, and I mean crammed full of fresh blueberries. Topped with even more, and a light dusting of powdered sugar. I had to have a side of crispy bacon. After all, what are pancakes without bacon? And good maple syrup. Real maple syrup.
The Thompson Diner’s pancakes are the lightest, fluffiest pancakes I have ever eaten. Trust me on this. But even so, it is impossible for one person to finish the whole order. I’ve been there three times now, and the most I’ve ever eaten is half. Continue reading