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| - Love comes in many flavors, and at Pamelas it comes in strawberry. Specifically, strawberry hotcakes.
We came into Pamelas on a Saturday morning and had a bit of a wait at the crowded entrance. We waited about 10 minutes and were quickly seated with an efficient waitress.
When our food arrived I think we died and went to heaven right then and there. I'm writing this review from the Great Beyond.
My husband had the corned beef hash, which I tried and actually enjoyed even though I usually hate corned beef hash.
And me? Oh, I had a plate of wonderful. Strawberry hotcakes.
Biting into one of these is like an epiphany. After all this time, all these years of consuming mushy pancakes with generic syrup, I had the epiphany of truth: this is what breakfast should be.
The hotcakes are somewhere between a pancake and a crepe, crisp on the outside and soft on the inside. Rolled inside were strawberries, cream, and brown sugar. And somehow, even though the serving is gigantic, there is a tinge of sadness, even heartbreak, when it's over. In such a simple meal, I found culinary prowess, peace, and God.
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