“The laziest man I ever met put popcorn in his pancakes so they would turn over by themselves.”
– W. C. Fields
Today is Shrove Tuesday, also known as Pancake Day here in Britain, so it is only fitting that you guys hear about a recent breakfast find.
Welcome to Where the Pancakes Are, in Flat Iron Square. Fairly close by to Borough Market and just south of Southwark Bridge, this is another of those delightful little pockets where markets and sellers and food joints are springing up in tandem
I’m automatically fond of most areas that contain food trucks but WTPA is charmingly located in a a former trainline archway. A number of these kinds of areas of London have been or are in the process of being redeveloped to shops, restaurants, or other spaces and some of the results are quite fun!
But you’re not here to read about property schemes, are you, kittens? You want to know about the carbs? I’m here for you!
Where The Pancakes Are is not a large eating joint, but there is a mezzanine to add tables so its apparent small space is a bit of a deception. If you turn up at the weekend, you may have to wait a bit, but get on the list because it’s not too terrible and there are a few shops and market stalls to explore while the minutes count down.
Pets and families welcome!
The menu is divided into savory and sweet options and you will have a devil of a time deciding which tickles your fancy. Jeff plunked for the traditional American while I went as wild as I could with the Hummingbird.
As it transpired, our marriage suffered a major test in the middle of the meal when I excitedly demanded that Jeff validate my enthusiasm for finding a good pancake place. His response was, “Eh, I don’t really eat pancakes.”
My reaction to this was one of outraged shock until he laughed and countered, “We’ve been married for nearly eight years, and you haven’t noticed that I don’t really eat pancakes until now?”
To which…oops? Spousal fail on my part?
Forget Jeff’s poor taste in breakfast carbs. He’s healthy and leans towards the protein, for which we may be understanding, even if he is misguided. If like me you are among the less than virtuous, breakfast wise, this place is a delightful way to spend a Saturday morning!
Small Dog Syndrome 
Pancakes are one of my favourite comfort foods, so Where the Pancakes Are sounds right up my street!
Unfortunately I don’t think I’ll be celebrating Shrove Tuesday today. I’m off sick from work, feeling miserable at home with a fever and flu symptoms. 😦
No good! Puppy, books, tea, and copious amounts of all three. Fee better!
I love pancakes, and those look good, but probably a bit fancy for my tastes (though at least they don’t appear to be pre-syruped, which is another of my pet peeves. I hate soggy pancakes!). I’ve yet to find a good blueberry pancake in London…the kind that are plate-sized with blueberries cooked into the pancakes. Even the “American-style diners” always make them too small and thick. I mean, I can make them myself, and sometimes do (though usually I make waffles instead, because waffles > pancakes), but I do miss going out for breakfast! Maybe my expectations are just unrealistic.