Before we go any further speaking about what you have just seen above, I need to lay down the ground rules of what I am going to reveal to you. This, is the best restaurant in the world. Now, you can think that it’s just my opinion, but it’s ok…you can be wrong.
Cape May, New Jersey is home to many fine eating establishments. Also, it’s my favorite place on earth…by a long shot. It’s beautiful. Victoriant, small, and amazing food *that’s usually why I like a place*Mad Batter on Jackson Street. I would recommend this only if you are prepared to feast upon God’s breakfast, that is the best pancakes I have ever eaten in my life.
Here is the sign. The beautiful yellow and blue theme carried out in the restaurant really makes me want to jump up and down….oh wait….I did do that…
If these pancakes arn’t in heaven….I might need to have a talking with the big man himself.
Now, I must level with you. Two significant things happened during my time at this restaurant. One. When my mother told the waitress that it was my birthday, the girl asked how old I was. I proceeded to tell her that I was 19. She, very quickly might I add, stated that she didn’t think I looked as old as I did. Unfortunately, story of my life
Now the second. I, being the over-obsessed blueberry pancake eater…had a hearty appetite for these delicious circles of moistness.
So, I ate….and ate….and ate. More than I can actually remember eating in my entire life spand. But the accomplishment that I must note..is not that I ate a lot of food (which I most definitely did), but that I ate more than Jared. Yes, I take pride in the fact that I weigh a teeny bit more than half of what he does. So, I’m pretty proud of myself. Here is a picture documentary of a few of the last bites (which weren’t as easy as I thought)
Savoring those last bites wasn’t a hard task to me. Oh..want to know what happened to the pancakes that Jared couldn’t finish. Well, I took them back to the hotel, wrapped them up in the plastic that covers the plastic cups in a hotel room…and put them in the cooler. It was such a great idea until I went to eat them last night…and something had grown on them..or attached to them. I don’t know what it was…but I actually started sobbing as I threw them into the waste can. I have trouble talking about it actually.