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pancakes and biscuits at John O'Groats Report (long)

Diana | Jul 10, 200509:55 PM

Spent Saturday morning feeding the inner child at John O'Groats. It was fabulous.

We both got up early and left the house at 7:00 to avoid the promised rush hour of pancake lovers. Also, I frankly believe in eating meals like this early on and rarely. Then, you have the rest of the day to come up with ways to burn off the energy. We made it from Sherman Oaks to O'Groats pretty quick, and found a spot to park pretty much right in front. Whee! The meter said we didn't need to pay 'till 10:00. As it was about 7:20, heck we saved a few quarters.

I had called Paul, one of the owners early in the week to let him know it was part of my birthday month festivities, and that I hadn't touched pancakes or biscuits in three years. He was happy to oblige!

We went inside to see a few scattered patrons and got our choice of tables. It pays to get there early, gang.

I ordered: decaf coffee, biscuits, applewood smoked traditional bacon and three pancakes-one buttermilk, one pumpkin spice, and one blueberry. I wanted to try the banana, chocolate chip, buckwheat, applesauce and lemon, too, but even I have limits to my insanity.

My boyfriend ordered:full caffine coffee, biscuits and the 2x2x2, which came with two slices of bacon, two eggs any style (he chose scrambled...he ALWAYS chooses scrambled. He likes scrambled eggs,I guess.) and two cakes any style(he chose buttermilk, stimying my plans to swipe bites of cakes I didn't order.)

The biscuits came first, and were piping hot and very tall. They were pretty darn good, although I wondered if perhaps doctored bisquick may have
played a role. Butter and honey, or fresh apricot and raspberry preserves were fabulous topping. They went well with the fresh and flavorful coffee.

Out came the cakes and bacon and eggs. My cakes were each presented on a single plate so that I could taste them without mixing the glory. We ordered the 100% maple syrup, but for some reason it didn't come with the cakes. We reminded our waitress, who nodded, and promptly vanished, not to return for some time. After seven minutes of her absence, we eventually asked another waitress, who looked shocked. She also slipped away into the vapor. Fearing that we were somehow sending waitresses off to alternate dimensions with the magic phrase "can we have our maple syrup please?" we hesitantly asked the coffee guy, in Spanish. It must have been safe, because he promptly brought us fresh syrup. Naurally, then someone else reappeared from limbo, remembered our syrup, and brough us MORE. When the third order of syrup came, I blushed and apologized. Still, my cakes were cooling, and seven minutes is a long time to wait when the syrup is ten seconds away from the table.

I slathered butter and syrup atop the buttermilk cake, cut a slice, and whimpered. I followed it with bacon. A bit too dry, I like my bacon to have a little wiggle, which my boyfriend says proves I'm from another planet. Next, pumpkin spice. Oh. Wow. Very good. Finally, Blueberry. Yummy, but I think I should have ordered banana. There were TONS of blueberries, but they were not fresh, and had little blueberry flavor.

I noticed my boyfriend was very quiet, and stole a bite of his eggs. Yummy!

Paul came over to wish me a happy birthday, shake my hand, and smile, which he was always doing. He was everywhere, helping anyone he could ans being super cheerful. The place started to fill up quickly. It was hopping when we left with regulars and newbies like us. Paul took our picture on the bench outside.

I am ashamed to say I finished both my buiscuits, most of my bacon (wiggly or not), and most of my pancakes. I put away a lot of decaf with Splenda, too. It was worth every calorie.

Then, we went for a stroll (hobble, for me, thanks to the motorcycle accident.) around Descanso gardens, a trip along Venice Beach Boardwalk, and an excursion to Melrose for window shopping (my boyfriend bough me a nifty necklace at Metal Pointu's). We had green salads for lunch. SMALL green salads. For dinner, too. In fact, I have to say, I'm probably still running on the fuel from Saturday's breakfast a day later.

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