"When the pancakes were delivered sans butter on the side, I requested some. It was unnecessary."
Tucked under a trestle on Park Avenue leading up to Grand Central Station, Pershing Square offers what they claim is the "busiest breakfast in New York." I am not sure it is, as the room was only half-full when I ate there, but I don't see why that would be a selling point anyway.
What they should claim is the best pancakes in New York. Now, admittedly, I haven't tried all the pancakes in the the city (though I am doing my best) but I can say that of those that I have eaten, the ones at Pershing are my favorites.
A deeply bronzed, ever so slightly crisp exterior gives way to a fluffy, spongy, porous inner-core. When the pancakes were delivered sans butter on the side, I requested some. It was unnecessary.
The pancakes had either already been buttered or there was a significant amount in the batter itself (or both). The result is a richness that reminded me of pure shortbread, tempered by the sweetness of the pure maple syrup and tang from the buttermilk in the batter. They are pricey at $12 but they are served with pure maple syrup and taste so good, I would happily pay more.
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