The Original Pancake House (Rancho Santa Fe)
When we lived in Carlsbad, for a treat, we would go to the Pancake House for breakfast. We seemed to remember we liked it....well I am blogging about it so we remember next time that we don't.
We were seated after a short wait....nice. Immediately asked if we wanted drinks...ok a bit hasty, but thanks.
I ordered a coffee (that comes with whipped cream) and Steve a hot chocolate. My coffee shows up naked. The hot chocolate comes with whipped cream, but this one came with the cream all down the side smeared and mashed on the cup...not even an attempt to wipe it off before dropping it at the table and scramming.
So we waited, and waited, and waited. Steve said he would let me do the talking for fear what would shoot out of his mouth. At that point I suggested we get up and leave...he hesitated...he really wanted pancakes.
We remained seated, frowning until our poor server showed up at the table. I looked at him and said, Alex, I hope you can make this right. He replaced Steve's hot chocolate and told me the "whipped cream" was actually just their creamer in the little metal dispenser....not whipped.
While he was rectifying Steve's mangy hot chocolate another server came to the table to take our order. Now I'm really confused. We started in the vortex of hell; now we have two people taking care of us?
We ordered, I asked for whipped cream for my coffee and we hoped breakfast would be better than how this event began.
I got eggs and corned beef hash with potato pancakes. Eggs were fine...corned beef hash was mashed up like dog food and tasted like raw onions. The potato pancakes were sweet; it just tasted weird.
Steve ate his chocolate chip pancakes without a peep, but when I asked him later how they were he said: how will remember next time that this place sucks? I told him I'd blog about it!
Ugh. Sometimes I wonder if my standard's are getting higher or if these places are getting worse.
All I know is that it wasn't worth eating there and now it's off our list!
