Well it was baked in a pan and its a cake...

A couple of weeks ago I went to visit one of my girlfriends in the exotic land of Brooklyn. Williamsburg, to be exact. I was going through some shit and she had a huge catering job to work on, even so, once I got to her place, or I should say, once I crashed through her door at the "we must be good friends if I am at your house at 10:00am on a Sunday" time of day, she whisked me off to a neighborhood gem to soothe my pickled soul with Bellinis, Bloody Mary's and pancakes. Like any good friend would do.

We went to a place called Le Barricou (www.lebarricouny.com) it prides itself on serving affordable country style french fare. You had me at French. Anything that is slightly french has me intrigued. I'm a lazy Francophile. I love the history, culture, food and people but just too damn lazy to learn that beautiful language.

Once we walked in and ponied on up to the bar, it felt as if everyone was talking about the pancake that they serve. It had me wondering, what is this pancake that they speak of and what is the magic therein.... (my question mark button literally just stopped working)

Since calories do not count when you are in the throws of some grown-up anxiety shit, we decided to order the Croque Madam and the infamous pancake and share both dishes. My girlfriend realizes the importance of having something sweet and something savory to eat at brunch just as much as I do. #truefriends

On the menu it states that the pancake is baked to order. What in the wild world of brunch is going on here with this pancake (again, no question mark) Baked to order... I've never heard of such a thing. But god damn it, it sounds like a brunch miracle.

The beautiful thing about ordering something that takes a little longer to cook, is that I can swig down a few extra drinks as we wait and pour my heart out to a very good friend.

Plus, I'm a thirsty gal and this place makes some seriously good bloody marys and bellinis.

And then, oh sweet love of Buddha. Here comes the pancake. As you can see in the beautifully shot picture above (I got mad ipone camera skills, obviously) these are some seriously fluffy pancakes. That beautiful blushing pink scoop ontop of the pancakes is fresh strawberry butter. I mean, really. The pancakes are served so warm that the butter starts to melt and kind of becomes like a syrup. But that did't stop me from pouring some maple syrup onto these. I mean look at those things! They are begging to be dipped into some syrup, there is so much of them! Eating this thing is like eating a hug. It comforts your tastebuds as your teeth sink down taking your first bite you get the wonderful crisp from the outside because this pancake starts on a griddle then gets baked off in the oven. Then your mouth is rewarded with the softest, fluffiest, chewiest bite from a pancake that you have ever shoved down your gullet. Whomever created this culinary magic deserves an award. There really should be awards and an award ceremony just for brunch and I would be just the perfect hungover gal to host such an event. Brunch has some serious fans.

This pancake is exactly what you need to seriously lift your spirits. Yeah, thats right. I used food as a mood lifter. Judge me. I do.

My hope for you is that you have a good friend that is there for you, even on an (early) sunday morning and that you too get to travel to the exotic land of Brooklyn and try these pancakes out for yourself. They are worth the trip no matter the distance you would have to travel to get to them.

I can't wait to go back there for dinner.

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