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 in the U.S. I’d make batches of crêpes for friends, something I learned at home, sometimes 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 instead.
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 headed over to give it a try.
But here's what happened: As we stood outside after what was posted on the door as their opening time waiting for the doors to open, with a dismissive, "I know we're supposed to be open but tant pis, you'll just have to wait,” the waiter got us to turn our attention to the place next door - where people were streaming in, and it seemed to be filling up fast.
And that's how I discovered 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. - BPJ
5 rue Lucien Sampaix 75010
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