We attempted a pancake breakfast here in Chicago. The local middle school was trying to make some money for some sports team or something of that nature. The first major difference was the lack of a line winding down the hallways and out the door, we walked right in. The tables were not packed, family style, with friends who hadn't seen each other in what seemed like ages. In fact, there may have only been four or five other families there. There was no one to serve us three thick pancakes, and no sign to hold up when we were out of coffee or wanted a second serving. We actually had to get up and make our way through the buffet of Jimmy Dean sausage links, flat Bisquik pancakes and Aunt Jamima "flavored" maple syrup (more like sugar and water if you ask me). No one came by to talk to us, ask us how we have been, ask where Grandma and Pappy where this fair season, not even a "hi" or "hello". Needless to say it was not what we expected. Nothing can beat the good ol' high school pancake breakfast.
Here is my sad attempt at pancake breakfast, a little better than Chicago style but not as good as the Betty Patton Room.


1 comment:
Amen to that! Personally though, my favorite memories were playing on the fire engines at the Auburn firestation pancake breakfast...I suppose it's my Auburn pride, but I suppose Kenston's is pretty good, especially when you compare it to that time we attempted the go here in C-town...
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