So a new foodie friend I made upon recently moving to Las Vegas texted me on Saturday to ask if I was interested in getting up at the crack of dawn on Sunday to go eat breakfast at 730 a half hour across town. My initial thought was insanity and my second was whether or not anyone in town other than some compulsive gamblers needing a hangover meal would actually be there. But then I heard three words that I didn't think was possible to string together in one phrase: Red...Velvet...pan-Cakes. Having grown up in the south, folks take their red velvet cake pretty seriously, so I had to at least make the trip for a taste.
When I arrived, not only was my friend there 10 minutes early, but the entire place was already packed, so I knew I was walking into some serious eats. As multiple orders of the infamous pancakes were ordered at our table, I began to think of that sketch where Bill Cosby talks about feeding his children chocolate cake for breakfast only to incur the wrath of his wife. Perhaps these pancakes would have salvaged Bill from the doghouse. If you ignore the sinfully red color of the pancakes, the chocolate chips are disguised as blueberries, the whipped cream as butter, and the sneakiest of all is the cream cheese syrup as the maple syrup....pure genius. Assemble the components together and you get the perfect bite of warm red velvet cake with some additional bonus textures of the slightest crunch and chew from the edge of the pancake and the chocolate chips respectively.
This dish offers irrefutable proof one CAN have their cake and eat it too.