Orbital Matters

Saturn Smith
MAY 1, 2010 5:52PM

Seeing is Believing: Ginormous Pancake Saturday

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Today we went for breakfast at a diner we’d never tried before. The review for said diner promised “manhole cover-sized pancakes.” The group’s consensus (OK, mostly between R and I) was that this could not possibly be true, but that it did signal some larger-than-usual pancakes that should be checked out. (We value our pancakes).

So we trundled over the river to a tiny little diner decorated with old license plates and Elvis memorabilia to try out the pancakes of legend. The menu itself also promised that one wouldn’t need more than a single pancake to end hunger; there are no short stacks at Addi’s Diner. There’s just the one hotcake, for $3.25.

I ordered just this, figuring (correctly) I could also swipe some food from C’s plate if needed. R ordered a pancake, egg, bacon, and side of “pitiful lookin’ biscuit” with gravy (the restaurant’s words, not ours). C went with a Reuben burger and potato skins.

And, oh yeah, an appetizer: deep-fried battered bacon.


That, my friends, is an appetizer America should be talking about. Move over, please, KFC Double Down. This is a real gamble: crispy-battered, salty bacon, in strips so long they must have found extra stretchy pigs to make it. The guys both admitted there was probably some permanent heart damage being done — but they said this while dipping the strips in the included ranch dressing, to cut the salt. Despite groaning and prediction of apocalypse, the bacon appetizer was one of only two plates that were completely cleaned by the end of the meal.

The bacon was followed by delivery of the pancakes. On platters. That they over-filled. “I’ll just move over so there’s room for your pancake,” C said, with — I believe — a bit of awe.


The hotcake — I’m told there is a difference between “pancakes” and “hotcakes” and “flapjacks,” but haven’t yet researched this — was gigantic and dense. No amount of syrup (which came, warmed, in a glass bottle) seemed like enough — maybe because the pancakes came with what must have been a quarter-cup of whipped butter melting on top.


I made it through maybe a third before I could do no more. R’s pitiful biscuit (it actually looked quite good) with gravy was only half-eaten, too, despite good flavored cream-sausage gravy. C managed to finish his Reuben burger, but I was left to devour his potato skins (which were really just that: skins, fried to crispy with only a faint juicy film of potato flesh still clinging to the curves).

This was a delightful, if punishing meal, and we all ate for about $8 each with refillable sodas. If we’d gone for coffee — $.75 — it would’ve been even less.

As we watched our leftovers get carried away, R asked, “Why don’t we believe what we read?” We had, after all, been warned about the size of the pancakes.

We decided it was a combination of factors: the unlikelihood of the pancakes being that large; the opposite likelihood of people exaggerating in positive reviews; and our general consideration of our own appetites as extraordinary.

Sometimes, you just have to see things for yourself. We’re all believers, now — at least, I believe we’ll go back pretty soon.


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Oh My Goodness!!! Those pancakes and the bacon definitely deserved an OS post. When you go back again take more photos. I like eating vicariously thru you.
Deep fried bacon?!?!?!?!? Ugh. But, what do I know?
Deep. . .fried. . .bacon?
I can't speak to the goodness of the bacon directly -- still vegetarian over here -- but it looked both alarming and, I must admit, delicious.

Zanelle, I will definitely continue to document that place! It was lovely.
Can a true vegetarian eat that ginormous pancake?
If eating that whole pancake is what it takes to be a true vegetarian, I am clearly not qualified!
I can feel my blood thicken just reading about your dining adventure. Morgan Sperlock would be proud of you. I'm reminded of the old Jim Gaffigan joke, this is like foodporn. :)
I'm just glad I live thousands of miles away, otherwise the gravitational pull of those massive hotcakes might be irresistible.
Oh, wow, Stellaa. I can hardly imagine, but it sounds amazing.

Punterjoe -- I now wish I lived farther than a single river away, believe me. The gravitational pull is tremendous!
We recently stopped at a diner in Ohio that served 5 egg omelets and other food in gargantuan proportions. The place was packed. Sorry to say, the custormers didn't look so healthy. Seemed like everyone was eating as if they were still farming for a living. Without benefit of motorized equipment.

Once in awhile maybe, no big deal. But I felt bad for the customers. This was their hometown diner. This was what they ate every week. Business meetings were taking place in some booths, family meals at others. They might as well have offered car service to the emergency room. There was nary an adult or a child of normal weight in sight.

I don't want to sound likean uptight scold, I could lose a few pounds myself. But gosh, we can't keep doing this to ourselves.