Going out for food is hands down, my favourite thing to do. If you want to go out for any meal (or snack) of the day, I am totally down with that. But, there’s something about going out for breakfast that makes it more fun and exciting than the other meals. Maybe it’s because it’s quite a decadent start to the day, maybe it’s because breakfast food is just the best. I’m pretty damn sure there are loads of reasons I could list as to why I love it so much but I won’t bore you. I’ll just go straight into one of the best breakfasts I’ve had out recently.
Steph and I had been talking about going to Where The Pancakes Are for ages before we actually managed to get a date in the diary to head down there.
It’s a little bit hidden away in the arches off Southwark Bridge Road. So much so, in fact, that we managed to walk up to it, away from it and around the block before we realised exactly where it was *facepalm emoji*. This wasn’t that much of a problem though as we’d arrived nice and early on this Saturday morning so the queue wasn’t too long. Yeah, it’s one of those places that doesn’t take reservations of a weekend before 4pm.
We waited in the queue for about twenty minutes or so I’d say. As there was only two of us we managed to skip forward a little bit as there were a couple of groups of four ahead of us and they had to wait for bigger tables to clear. I will say that even though there is a queue at no point did we feel rushed or pressured to move off our table – even when we were those annoying people that ordered another round of coffees after we’d finished eating.
The atmosphere is just lovely. It’s really relaxed and they’re child and dog-friendly too, so the whole family can come along. The whole arches area is pretty Instagrammable and Where The Pancakes are is no different. It’s modern, stripped back and the food looks incredible. You know, just in case that’s the kind of thing that you make decisions on!
Even though I’d been studying the menu online since we decided to visit, I was still torn on the day. In the end, we both went for the American which is three pancakes and maple syrup. We chose to top ours with blueberries and bacon but you could have banana if blueberries aren’t your thing and sausage or halloumi instead of the bacon. Random fact for you, I never usually choose bacon on things because I just can’t deal with it when it’s all floppy and fatty. This is American streaky bacon though and I knew it would arrive so crispy that I couldn’t get it on my fork which is always a winner in my book.
As well as pancakes as you’d imagine them they also serve Dutch Babies. Yep, the dish with the oddest name. They’re more like Yorkshire puddings than pancakes and are an American take on an old German dish. I quite fancy giving the apple one a try so it looks like I’m going to have to go back. What a shame!