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 different 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 usually 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 a 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” 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 should-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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