Not sure how to start nor do I know
where I should begin so, I will have to start by saying this is the result
of a Facebook post that a good friend posted that was a result of a breakfast
venue that took place a few weeks back. The place of topic was the Babby Stacks
Café. Now, I know that this will be my own meandering thoughts regarding an
experience that I encountered this morning. When I first took notice I looked
up this café on the web and found that they have good reviews and most of which
is towards their Red Velvet pancakes. Their menu for “best seller” RED VELVET
pancakes are topped with fresh whipped cream and chocolate crumbs, served with
cream cheese syrup. Now, I do need to note that this is my first time being at
Babby Stacks Café and thus I being sound with an open mind wanted to take a
chance and try this café out. Upon entering you are greeted with an open
atmosphere with a bright ambiance tone, the host was pleasant upon entering and
acknowledged all who enter with a warm greeting along with a polite smile.
While being seated I noticed that the café was packed with patrons which is
always a good indicator of how much people enjoy any establishment.
Well, enough of the small talk and
let me get down to the heart of this or should it be more of what my honest
thoughts might conjure up form what transpired. My wife and I took a look at
the menu and since we were there for the pancake part of this, my wife went on to
order the lemon ricotta pancakes and I being who I am wanted to try what
everyone has been boasting about ended up ordering their “best seller” RED
VELVET pancakes. This is where I need to remind those reading this, that I
tend to be a little critical of what it is I eat.
When server introduced our order I
noticed that my Red Velvet pancakes were a vibrant bright red color with all
the toppings mentioned on the menu. This is where I have to say sorry to those having
been there and like what they have ordered. The very first thing I noticed is
that the pancake was a bit on the thin side and what seemed to me as if it were
more of a crape that went wrong during the poring process. The pancake itself
was nothing to boast about and so I shrugged it off and dug in. At the first
look, I noticed that the pancake was extremely thin and was a bit dry due to
the thickness. When I took a bite, my assumptions were duly noted as my pallet
confirmed what it was that I placed in my mouth. The first bite brought to me
the taste of a butter milk pancake drowning in red die No.9 with a burnt
chocolate after taste and no smell of a freshly cooked red velvet aroma. The
cream cheese syrup was more of a welcome to what I would refer to as a bad over
developed crape. The aftermath of this experience has left a red die No. 9
taste with an urge to go home and make a real red velvet pancake with the same
toppings so as to deliver it to the Babby Staks Café for them to try.