This was my dinner, ya’ll! PANCAKES! My colleague captured my joy.
Pancakes are considered dessert over here. They weren’t on the regular menu. I also ordered a peanut butter milkshake.
A few days ago, I posted on Facebook how much I love living and working in Europe, but good lord, what I wouldn’t give to have a giant stack of blueberry pancakes smothered in butter and syrup on a plate lined with bacon, accompanied by a giant glass of orange juice with ice. Continue reading