Oh sweet Gods of Gluttony how you taunt me. Endless lines of tourists and locals alike stand between me and my Clinton Street pancake -- such a rare treat so deserving of adulation. No menu needed - there is but only one choice - banana walnut pancakes.
They arrive in a warm, tempting stack. How do flour and sugar and banana transcend their ordinary stature to form such an otherworldly treat? Fluffy perfection filled with a shocking delight of creamy banana. Warm maple butter gone all too soon.
Visions of these pancakes haunt me - as I yearn for that first wave of sweet, sweet breakfast bliss to wash over me again.