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Bacon Pancakes FTW.
If I had a dollar for how many times this "conversation" has happened...
"So get this... there's bacon IN the pancakes. Perfectly sized chunks of thick cut bacon. IN the pancakes. Like, mixed into the batter and... oh, you get it? Oh. You looked confused. Sorry, your confused face is almost the same as your impressed face. Yeah, you can eat the whole breakfast, pancakes and bacon, and never set your fork down. It's completely outrageous."
I've seen these 80-pound omelets whiz by my head on a server's platter and I remain wholly unimpressed. Anywhere else, I'd be scheming to get someone else's omelet. "Hey, guy, you drive a silver Audi, right? It's being jacked... oh, excuse me, miss, I think that's my omelet." But at OPH? Whatever. Omelet Schmomelet.
Five very perfectly sized pancakes (at OPH, there is no "my pancake is bigger than your pancake" bravado because they win on taste), arranged nicely on a plate, and syrup. What else do you need?
Coffee. Some of the best around. Why not? I mean, you're already getting a little glimpse into heaven as you eat bites of pancake WITH BACON IN IT... why not reach out and touch Jesus' robe real quick? Can't hurt.
In the fall, order the pumpkin pancakes (which are dusted in powdered sugar... and garnished with whipped cream... nice touch!), but make sure to convince someone you're with to get the bacon ones because you'll need a little taste to stop the shaking.
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