It’s my brother’s first time in New York. Sunday morning saw us head for breakfast at the famous Clinton St Bakery to sample some of their celebrated blueberry pancakes. We arrived at 8.45am to a queue stretching back half a block.

We were unfortunate in that we were just past the point in the queue that represented the first round of diners. And we also had an awkward number (four for breakfast). 
‘Wait outside for 45 minutes, honey’ we were told. It was -4c and not all of us had roadkill to keep us toasty, but we thought we’d wait. 

We waited.. 
and waited… 

We got inside a whole 2 hours later, having ducked into the coffee shop opposite to save our toes.




Three went for the pancakes and one for the Clinton St omelette. 
Whoever said the best things in life are worth waiting for would be eating his pancake with a generous portion of words. Our food arrived and although like most things American it looked sensational; scratch the surface and you’re left wondering how something so attractive can disappoint so spectacularly. We chomped down our plates of battery blandness and paid $90 for the pleasure. Total waste of time, better bank the calorie credit for a hot Auntie Anne’s cinnamon pretzel.






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On the plus side you look a million bloody dollars! xx


This post is more disappointing than that breakfast.


That looks so yummy 🙂 Glad you had a good time, I love that place.



I'm sorry you thought so- will just have to try harder next time.


Thanks Lulu 🙂 not sure it was a good time, but still interesting xx


Thank you poppet xxx


Oh no, such a shame after waiting all that time!

Happy New Year 🙂


You look stunning as does the food! You make me reaalllyy miss NY xx

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