Some say breakfast is the most important meal. You know what? I cannot debate that. With me covering 15 odd miles a day on foot, I take every opportunity to fill the tank. Situated opposite Grand Central Station underneath an overpass, the Pershing Square serves good old diner style meals to hungry travellers and to its fellow New Yorkers.
Breakfast was going to be simple that day. Pancakes. A simple dusting of icing sugar, a bowl of blueberries and a side of maple syrup gave the pancake. This gave the dish an impeccable yet stunning presentation. I try not to be too easily contented but with these pancakes, I was very pleased because it was cooked to perfection. Imagine biting into a pancake and to be greeted by a crisp crust with a fluffy centre. How can one say no to that?!
Also, you will realise that there is no butter along with these. In fact, there was no need for butter as each bite was filled with a buttery note (presumably it was mixed into batter). Comparing the pancakes at Pershing Square to another pancake I had later during the trip at Johnny’s diner, this always cut through very cleanly. It was not stodgy unlike the one at Johnny’s or my extremely bad experience at Sayer’s Sister a year or so ago in Perth. I hate stodgy pancakes that sticks like uncooked batter to the knife. The pancakes here were all class. 100%.
Whilst there is no blogger/promotional hype on this little eatery it was definitely worth the visit. So if you ever get a chance and are on the lookout for an early bite, the Pershing Square at Grand Central starts serving at 7am on weekdays and 8am on weekends.
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