Food Blog Entry #104

7/10

As my summer progresses, so does my individuality. It's been nine years, but I finally was able to open up my own bank account. In order to do this action a visit to the bank had to be made, by me and my father...so to speed up the process I decided to eat somewhere near the bank.

The Original Pancake House was just around the corner, calling my name...begging me to order up a plate full of pancakes. I could not resist...the smell alone levitated me through the front door and into the cozy corner booth.

Potato Pancakes: Thin and lacey, served with applesauce and sour cream.

These things are small!!! Good thing they gave me eight.