Pancake Pantry Nashville, Tennessee
09.01.2011 - 13.01.2011 40 °F
Woken up by an unbearable stomachache, I doubted that the extra half a bottle of Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka I consumed the previous night was even remotely necessary. With no guarantee that the horrendous hangover would ward off any lingering hesitations I had regarding my tolerance of alcoholic beverages—for which I seem to occasionally misjudge—I rolled over to check the time.
After having suffered the worst of the repercussions, I hoped, I managed to recall the last item on my agenda before bidding Nashville farewell: to eat pancakes at The Pancake Pantry.
The Pancake Pantry had been mentioned at the top of the list of Most Viewed Restaurants this Month on 10Best.com under Nashville restaurants. Needless to mention, some fluffy, home-style pancakes may be just what my stomach needed to soak up any leftover sweet tea vodka. Determined, I struggled to get myself out of bed.
Modestly reminiscent of a cafe your grandparents would frequent with the old-fashioned, mismatched wooden chairs and cafeteria style layout, The Pancake Pantry was just as I had expected. Excited by the thought of pancakes, I noticed the unique menu selection: Georgia Peach, Apricot-Lemon Delight, Sugar and Spice, Parisienne, and various others. Torn between something with chocolate or whipped cream I opted for the less original, yet safer selection this morning, pecan. I placed an order for a short stack (3 versus 5 pancakes) as suggested by my server Beth in addition to a half order of hash browns and a scrambled egg. As if the pancakes alone wouldn't cure the hangover.
Within minutes the food was served. Being one who prefers to eat one item in its entirety at a time, I chose to go the hash browns, egg, pancake route. Without hesitation I finished off the first two items. The moment of truth had arrived. I reached for the neatly layered plate of powdered sugar covered pecan pancakes. The ramekin of maple-pecan syrup topped with Southern pecans beckoning for me to dip something, anything into it. I slowly made the first incision out of the two that would be required before I could work my way over to the ramekin. Light, fluffy, and soaked in maple-pecan goodness I slowly placed the first bite into my mouth. Savoring the two small triangular pieces, I smiled to myself happy that I had chosen the route that I had.