The morning after.
I came across an article in the times recently talking about a "Baked Pancake". Although I've never been much of a pancake chef, the article brought me back to a time I spent in Boca Raton, Florida with my wife and family. During the entire trip she kept raving about a local pancake shop that her grandfather always brought her to when she visited. The pancake, which she commonly referred to as the "Dutch Baby" was an oversized pancake cooked to perfection with heaps of powdered sugar & lemon. Now I realize that in now way, shape or form was I going to be able to remake the "Dutch Baby" but after reading the recipe I figured it was worth a shot.
My version of the "Dutch Baby" or as my wife says....Pizza Pancake!
Nestled in the cobblestone streets of the West Village bars, the bars here are more than just places to grab a drink; they're portals to the past. Each bar, with its weathered brick walls and low-lit ambiance, whispers tales of the Beat Generation, Prohibition-era rebels, and jazz enthusiasts. In these bars, history mingles with the clinking of glasses, creating an atmosphere that's both nostalgic and invigorating.
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