Chow The Consolation of Flapjacks
posted by August 28 at 10:55 AMon
As readers are aware, I love the arts, so the night before last, I rounded up some friends for some deep, art-enhancing breaths and we headed down to one of my favorite Seattle arts offerings: Laser Zeppelin, at the Pacific Science Center’s Laser Dome.
As the name suggests, Laser Zeppelin features the music of the monolithically amazing Led Zeppelin (in this case, Houses of the Holy) set to an awesome laser show. As the name suggests, the Laser Dome is where such shows take place—or so you’d think. Upon our arrival at the Laser Dome, we were informed that, due to technical difficulties, there would be no Laser Zep or laser-anything-else that night.
I voted for sitting in the car, cranking up some Zep, and pressing our palms into our eye sockets until we saw stars, but other people wanted food, and we settled on Queen Anne’s Mecca Cafe.
It was the best decision four white people have ever made. The sturdy goodness of the Mecca’s round-the-clock breakfast items is well-known, but have you ever had their pancakes? I got a short stack, and it held two of the most perfectly delicious pancakes I’ve ever had the pleasure to stuff in my face. No fruit, no powdered sugar (sorry for the midleading photo), just exquisitely griddled yum.
If The Stranger bestowed a Genius Award for pancakes, the Mecca would win.
In related news: I’m happy to see that all of the Stranger Reader Reviews for the Mecca treat it with the respect it deserves. Read ‘em all and write your own here. (And stay away from the Laser Dome until Aug. 30, when the technical difficulties are scheduled to be conquered.)