All the elements were in place. I felt like treating myself for my upcoming birthday. I woke up early on Sunday and couldn’t get back to sleep. And most of all, this tune kept running through my head. It was clear I needed pancakes. So on my bike I hopped, all the while humming about pancakes. I wouldn’t get to have strawberry pancakes (Kerbey Lane Café doesn’t serve them), but anything pancake-related would satisfy the musical demon.
At Kerbey Lane, it became more than a craving: it was a divine mandate. The Pancake of the Day…
…was Strawberry. Weebl’s Stuff, you’ve done it again.
