Do you love breakfast for dinner? You can call it brinner or you can call it brupper. We just call it our favorite. And where do we go for our brinner/brupper? It has got to be Walker Brothers Original pancakes.
It doesn’t matter where we live. Every time we have moved, a new Walker Brothers has nipped at our heels. From the original in Wilmette, to Arlington Heights, Glenview, Highland Park, and Lake Zurich, we have enjoyed them all. But the Lincolnshire location has been our home base for the last 30 years.
Our tastes have matured as our my waistline has expanded. Gone are the days when every meal at Walker Brothers included an Apple Pancake, bursting with apples, cinnamon (Barb’s favorite ingredient,) and BUTTER (my favorite ingredient.) These days, a whiff as one passes by is enough to satisfy that craving.
Recently our desires have been satisfied by the lighter items on the menu, the crispy Swedish Pancakes with lingonberry filling, and the enormous, fluffy, German Pancake, a flying saucer created for the sole purpose of dousing it with lemon juice and confectioners sugar. The waiter always tells us it is a 20-minute wait, and I always say that’s fine. It is worth the wait. I devour it in far less than 20 minutes, though when I am in a generous mood, I will give Barb a bite or two.
For 60 years, neither Barb nor I have been egg-eaters. In a stunning turn-around, Barb, looking for something a little healthier to brinner on, has begun eating egg whites, scrambled and well-done. But make them real please, none of that concentrate from a carton for her!
Always, always, always, there has been bacon. Crispy strips alongside our pancakes, nestled next to the eggs, lurking beneath the lingonberries. Melt in your mouth delicious bacon. Just enough for every morsel to be devoured before our meal is over, not enough to feel like a glutton.
But last week, the un-happenable happened. Barb filled up on her eggs and that little taste of my German Pancake, couldn’t finish her bacon and took a slice home. And there it sits in our fridge, sad and lonely, growing limper by the day.
Anyone want a piece of bacon?
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Your German pancake sounds like a Dutch baby that we have in the Pacific Northwest. Soooo good.
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Yes, it is the same thing. Walker Brother has the small Dutch Baby and the full-size German on the menu. Walker Brothers roots are in Portland, I believe.
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