I'm not one to feel the need to cling to bizarre holidays -- Festivus being the obvious exception to the rule. Still, I felt like I would derelict in my duties if I didn't celebrate National Pancake Month is some way, shape, manner or form.
A trip to the holy grail of pancakes seemed inevitable. And so, with Lady M in tow, I ventured to the Lower East Side and finally tasted what is universally considered to be the quintessential blue-chip stack of blueberry griddle cakes -- the Clinton Street Baking Company's Wild Maine Blueberry Pancakes with Warm Maple Butter.
Because a pun is unavoidable, here you go: I flipped for these flapjacks!
I grew up on the tried and true IHOP Happy Face Pancakes, but these Clinton Street cakes blew the smile off of that stack and put a happy-go-lucky, supremely satisfied and very grown-up smile on my face.
The tender cakes were fluffy, but still had a bit of toothsome give to the chew. The blueberries were honey sweet and bursting with juicy berry goodness. Then there was the dipping sauce of warm butter and maple. Oh my God! Its heady, sweet, buttery, saucy appeal made me want to keep a flask of the stuff on hand at all times, in case of flavor emergencies.
Lady M and I only shared one of these glorious stacks and were thankful we didn't indulge in another. These are not pancakes on which to gorge. These are pancakes meant for savoring and celebration.
Needless to say, I think we did up Pancake Month just right. And, I can't help but wish that every month was Pancake Month.