It’s rare that Dave and I wake up at the same time.
But a few weeks ago, when his foot touched mine on a Saturday morning, I knew there was a reason.
“I want pancakes,” I said, “such that can be found only at Jack’s” (a nearby diner-type restaurant).
After careful consideration, he politely declined, explaining that it was Dave Day and breakfast at Jack’s didn’t fit into his plans.
I was so hungry for pancakes; specifically blueberry pancakes. Jack’s is one of those places where you can eat alone and not feel like a loser, but I’ve never tried it. I was a little nervous.
But I wanted those damn pancakes.
The restaurant was more crowded than I’d hoped, but the counter was practically empty, so I went for it. Once I took my seat, I knew I’d made the right decision.
I watched the waitresses (and, no, they’re definitely NOT “servers”; at Jack’s, they are waitresses and proud of it) exchange banter with the line cooks. Some of them, according to the photos on the wall, have worked there for more than 20 years.
Marlene took my order and did not blink an eye at my request for extra syrup and extra-EXTRA butter.
In the approximately 4 minutes it took to get my pancakes, I felt perfectly content. No, I didn’t need a book or newspaper to hide behind, nor did I pretend to check my cell phone. I was quite happy just to sit there, looking around at everyone, swinging my legs, and enjoying how grown-up I was. Eating alone!
Three giant blueberry pancakes arrived, one of which I moved to the small plate on which my extra-EXTRA butter had come. That one was for later, and I didn’t want it ensoakened with syrup.
I happily dug in.
The pancakes did not disappoint. I ate with gusto, all the while trying to avoid eye contact with the guy who sat next to me. Is the best food the food you eat alone? I’m sure my friends don’t care when I get food all over myself, but the syrup that found its way in my hair, clothing, and wallet (?) seemed even less of an issue with no one there to see it.
This was the happiest breakfast I’d had in a while. I will do this again, I thought. Blueberry pancakes once a week!
Because then a bunch of weirdos came in, and I left.
Do YOU eat alone?
Mouth-watering pancakes came from here