Pancake Review at: BLOOM CAFE

Mar 1st, 2012

-Well, finally found the worst pancakes in LA. So far.

This weekend I visited Bloom Cafe on Pico Blvd and Sierra Bonita Ave in Los Angeles, CA on, what I must say, was a whim. Wanting to go for pancakes close by with parking and no wait is hard to come by in this city, so we figured Pico Boulevard was the route to go. Well, after visiting Bloom Cafe, I now know why there was ample parking, and no wait.

Now, in all fairness, the Yelp reviews do warn you there is a vegan-theme to this restaurant. HOWEVER, the menu only lists “vegan” next to several items – these do NOT include the pancakes. So, I figured I was safe.

Bloom Cafe has a nice little selection of pancakes, and I was informed the Lemon Ricotta Pancakes are the most popular. I realize I am a pancake-blogger, but I am still not ready to try the Lemon Ricotta Pancakes, a selection I have seen on several menus.

Anyway, my guest was in the mood for pancakes also, but desired an egg-breakfast as well. Bloom Cafe has adapted the new trend of 2+2+2, a dish that offers such option:

I however, opted for the Blueberry Pancakes without the puree on top.

Looking at these pancakes again… it’s just, unfortunate. Judging by the freshness of the orange juice, I thought the pancakes would be fresh, tasty, and crisp. Well, it was quite the opposite experience.

The Blueberry Pancakes at Bloom Cafe were dry, dense, and had an (almost) sour aftertaste from the blueberries. Now, if you can recall from my previous reviews, particularly Charlie’s Coffee Shop, I often discuss the importance of pancakes NOT being pre-soaked in butter. Well, you see that Organic Valley square up there? I had to wipe almost the entire piece on these pancakes, just to finish my meal. Not. Good.

As you remember from my review at Jinky’s Cafe, pancakes are supposed to say “Good morning, sunshine;” unfortunately, these pancakes say “You’re being punished.” If these pancakes are in fact vegan, soy filled, any of that crap, than A: it should clearly say that on the menu, and B: if this is what it means to be vegan, I will never be a converter.

It’s not fun to post such a harsh review. But in a town full of competitive pancake batter, design, and creativity, this just doesn’t cut it. The rest of the menu looks pretty decent, but as my breakfast partner stated “The 2+2+2 was all great – but the worst part about my meal were the pancakes.” Bloom Cafe: as far as your pancakes are concerned, you may want to replace the “Bloom” with “Withering.”

Pancake Review at: SARABETH’S

Jan 14th, 2012

Officially my first disappointing pancake-review.

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While visiting family and friends in New York City this week, I decided to review pancakes at Sarabeth’s on Central Park South. Having gone to Sarabeth’s several times over the years -mainly for dinner – I figured it would be a great stop for my first NYC pancake review. Well, unfortunately, I was wrong.

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Sarabeth’s is officially my first review of disappointing pancakes. While the menu itself has cute names for dishes, including the “Baby Bear,” “Mama Bear,” and “Papa Bear,” the creativity with its pancakes is for sure lacking.

If you’re only going to have two types of pancakes, both options HAVE to be amazing. While the buttermilk pancakes looked pretty, their taste was abysmal.

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If I were blindfolded and had Eggo pancakes on one side, and Sarabeth’s pancakes on the other, it’s unfortunate to say that I wouldn’t be able to tell them apart. If you’re going to spend $15 for a pancake-breakfast, by no means should the food taste microwavable. Now, only because I’ve had dinner at Sarabeth’s, I do not actually believe these are microwaveable pancakes – but they sure taste like ’em. There was no creativity whatsoever in this dish, except for the way they were stacked on the plate. My only positive comment is the strawberries tasted exceptionally fresh.

And while this is not in reference to the pancakes, I found the staff to be quite stand-offish and snooty. Sarabeth’s: my advice is to be a bit nicer to patrons paying these prices for underwhelming meals, and skip the sanctimonious attitude towards the girl who grew up down the street from your Central Park South location, and is blogging about your services.

All in all this is, unfortunately, a pancake breakfast you can skip – unless of course you crave the memory of ready-made pancakes back from when you were a kid running late for the bus.