Blueberry Pancakes & Happiness at Julie's

There are few things as classic

as a breakfast of fluffy, sumptuous

simply delicious blueberry pancakes

I had been craving these puppies ever since I saw 

Bobby Flay's blueberry pancake Throwdown with 

Clinton St. Baking Company

although it's right by my house

I've never been

and I departed from the 

LES to the big PK without even coming close to tasting their 

famous blueberry pancakes slathered in 

maple butter

I love Bobby Flay more than most 

and watching him compete makes my cravings run wild

so for weeks I've been thinking about 

blueberry pancakes

and sitting down to a bright shining plate of beautiful golden discs

littered with violet blueberries

and glistening maple syrup

you know, just like mom would make

so today I had one of my first culinary pleasures at a diner in the big PK,

something I thought would never happen to me in this sad little town

thank god it did, I start to forget what good food tastes like, 

seeing as the only thing I ever eat are 

egg white omelets

it's a sad fate

but the omelets are the safest and freshest choice 

(does anyone else think omelet doesn't even look like an English word?)

maybe it's just me...from eating too many

anyhow, I went to Julie's Restaurant

a cute little joint with homey wood paneling

a grandma (or yaya) in a great floral print sweater

working alongside her son & daughter

can that get more classic?

I felt like I was on Diners, Drive Ins & Dives

if only Guy Fieri was there, he's my other favorite

these Food Network men live the good life

I'd like to marry one of them

getting back on track,

we ordered blueberry pancakes & a Vassar wrap

the name is not worthy of the amazing food concoction I received

the pancakes were juicy, fluffy, and bursting with blueberries

topped with a sprinkle of powdered sugar, 

so I knew I was actually in heaven

I sipped my huge glass of orange juice and smiled blissfully

seriously, I felt like I was living the high life

I didn't have any fancy maple butter,

but I had a cute little pitcher given to me

by a real grandma, so I knew it was full of love

that beats maple butter any day in my book

and the wrap was full of broccoli, mushrooms, & swiss

in the best, most sturdy and tightly wrapped

special tortilla ever

for some reason Vassar never serves broccoli

so it was a real treat to once again taste my favorite vegetable

as I expressed my thanks & elation to the waiter

after my craving had been satisfied

in response to conversation about all the good restaurants in the city

our waiter said 

"yea, but there is nothing like momma's cooking, and I get to have that everyday"

that broke my heart, because I miss my mom

but Julie could be my surrogate any day, who knows

maybe she'd even let me borrow some floral print.