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| - I don't know if we caught this place on a bad morning, or what, but after years on my "must visit" list of pancake obsessions I managed to get in for a stack of what are supposed to be fantastic hot cakes. What we got were heavy, strangely orange-colored (in honor of the new president), heavily dense to the point of chewy and oversweet strangeness. I've never had anything like them, and hesitate to criticize because I'm not sure this is not the way they are supposed to be. Or if the cook was just off. See the huge benefit of the doubt I'm giving here--if I'd stopped in off the street I would have savaged the quality of the food, but this place is supposed to be legendary. I don't get it. It took me 4 cups of coffee and two glasses of water before I finally gave in, and I have NEVER left even a bite of pancake on a plate before in all 50 of my years. Now, the more time passes the worse those pancakes get in my memory. Too bad.
All that said, the morning waitress was charming, attentive, and very easy on the eyes, the shop was fastidiously clean, and the coffee was strong and tasty. The sausage was delicious, the bacon average. Normally I'd write a place like this off, but the service was so great, the other reviews so good and, frankly, the pictures of the sandwiches and other items so good looking that I'll probably give it another go.
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