Yelp, you led me astray. I believed the four and five star reviews. I believed in you all.
Instead, I was led to a land of hockey puck pancakes, and bacon bits scattered only in the center of those hockey puck bacon pancakes. Literally... bacon bits. In the pancakes. The bacon pancakes. I ordered bacon pancakes, not bacon bit pancakes. Guys. It was half assed and terrible. Who, after naming their cafe AFTER THEIR PANCAKES, has the gall to screw up those pancakes? That's awfully brave and jerky of you, BabyStacks. I'm kind of peeved about the whole thing.
My boyfriend's omelet was sad. It looked like a pancake with dried cheese on top. 10.00 for that? I mourned.
Hazelnut pancakes were dry but the whipped cream wasn't bad.
Didn't catch my server's name. Didn't catch much of him actually.
The hostess asked how everything was. I said "Eh. Barely okay." She cheerily continued ringing me up and said, "great!"
That's about it.