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Bite of Heaven in a Pancake

November 8, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

Dennis and I are sitting in Sawyer’s Gourmet Pancake House after church. I’ve wanted to come here since I first read about it a couple of years ago, but we never remember to go.

A “natural and organic family restaurant” that serves “great food, not fast food.” There’s a sign that says everything is made from scratch and made to order, that it might take up to 25 minutes to be served.

Be. Patient.

I’m overwhelmed by the menu. Dennis orders a tomato, fresh basil, and Monterey Jack cheese omelet with euro-grain toast and a side of homemade peach jam that has the consistency of honey.

I must have pancakes. After all, it’s a pancake house. I finally settle on a short stack of the tropical cakes. Buttermilk pancakes (made with 100% organic flour) stuffed with bananas and mangos, sprinkled with toasted coconut, topped with a dollop of lime whipped cream, and served with a side of warm orange syrup.

I didn’t expect the place to be so . . . cozy. We are at a table for two bumping elbows with the table-for-two customers next to us, a law student and his date. We listen to him describe one of his professors who teaches wills and says she doesn’t know anything about wills.

I think there were only seven or eight (red, I think) booths lining the walls and a handful of tables. I’m fascinated by the wavy aluminum ceiling and walls filled with local artist’s original paintings and photos. I note the half curtains at the windows stamped with chickens. I finger packets of raw sugar and comment on how brownish the organic catsup is. I wonder if Gracee would even taste it. I wonder if Gracee would have the patience to wait.

The little brown-haired girl in the booth in front of me is so excited to get her meal–what looks like chocolate chip pancakes. She smothers them with her little silver pot of syrup. I note later that she barely ate any.

The restrooms are down a short hall to my right, and I note bright red walls when the men’s door opens. At least I think they are red. I should check out the ladies room, but I don’t.

How. Much. Longer.

The people behind me are served. They came in right after us. We should be next.

And we are.

And I wish I’d gotten a full stack as I savor the first bite of heaven.

Celebrating  On, In, and Around Mondays with L.L. Barkat at Seedlings in Stone.

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  1. Michael says

    November 8, 2010 at 3:30 pm

    This was awesome. I love the parallels in it.

    • Sandra says

      November 9, 2010 at 4:31 pm

      Thanks, Michael.

  2. Kim says

    November 8, 2010 at 4:18 pm

    I came over from LL Barkat’s Seedlings Blog. It really looks and sounds like it was worth the wait!! Blessings.

    • Sandra says

      November 9, 2010 at 4:31 pm

      Indeed it was, Kim! And nice to have you visit.

  3. Susan J. Reinhardt says

    November 8, 2010 at 8:11 pm

    Hi Sandy –

    LOL! We seem to be obsessing about food today. I always think about my grandma’s baking this time of year.

    I wouldn’t mind having some of those chocolate chip pancakes. Breakfast is my favorite meal. Thanks for painting such an appealing picture.

    Hmm, I wonder if I have any syrup in the house.

    Blessings,
    Susan 🙂

    • Sandra says

      November 9, 2010 at 4:34 pm

      Oh, I can eat breakfast any time of the day. And they have mocha pancakes–with coffee beans, covered in chocolate sauce. Can you imagine? I would love to try something else, but my choice was soooo good.

      They make their own syrup. 🙂

  4. L.L. Barkat says

    November 8, 2010 at 8:44 pm

    Overwhelmed by the menu. How many times! Give me 5 good things to choose from. 🙂

    • Sandra says

      November 9, 2010 at 4:35 pm

      And that’s how I feel about ice cream. I remember chocolate, vanilla, strawberry (and Neopolitan), black cherry, and butter pecan. The end.

  5. in the hush of the moon says

    November 8, 2010 at 9:24 pm

    i’m drooling. 🙂

    • Sandra says

      November 9, 2010 at 4:36 pm

      Me, too. And it’s not pretty.

  6. David@Red Letter Believers says

    November 9, 2010 at 1:21 pm

    How. Much. Longer.

    That line made me laugh!

    • Sandra says

      November 9, 2010 at 4:36 pm

      😀

  7. laura says

    November 9, 2010 at 8:24 pm

    You make me hungry! And now I want to go on a roadtrip to find this place 🙂

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