8 October 2018

A pancake in Paris





Sometimes the best things in life arrive totally unplanned.

I've never been a great fan of pancakes, the fat American cousin of the French crêpe. In university I’d make batches of crêpes for family and friends, eventually playing with different flours and batters - pumpkin, herbs, chocolate, seeds - and today, years later, I think I can make them with my eyes closed. Pancakes were too thick. Too stodgy. In restaurants I'd go for the French toast or waffles for breakfast.

So when I came across a place in Paris called Pancake Sisters on the internet and mentioned it to an American friend, out of curiosity we found ourselves headed over to give it a try.

But here's what happened: In a dismissive, "I know we're supposed to be open but tant pis, you'll have to wait outside” the waiter, in fact, got us to turn our attention to the place next door - where people were streaming in and it seemed to be filling up fast.

Enter Holybelly, a brunch restaurant that's been on my might-try list for awhile. It was right there. But as its sister Hardware Socièté, another Melbourne Australian wonder is already in my neighborhood, it was never a priority. It is now.


A hearty merci to that lovely waiter at Pancake Sisters. BPJ

5 rue Lucien Sampaix 75010



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