Will Ian flip for the Original Pancake House?

I don't doubt there is a circle of Hell reserved for restaurant critics, and I'm reasonably certain it looks like the long stretch of Chesterfield Airport Road at the Boone's Crossing interchange of Highway 40. We'd be forced to waddle from chain restaurant to chain restaurant, condemned to an eternity of sizzling steak platters, all-you-can-eat homestyle buffets and never-ending pasta at the Olive Garden. If we fell behind — or if we dared ask for our ranch dressing on the side — ogres that spoke in Rachael Ray's husky chirp would prod us in the ass with pitchforks made from prosciutto di Parma.

So it was with some trepidation that I decided to visit the Original Pancake House, which opened last fall in Chesterfield, the first Missouri outpost of a Portland, Oregon-based chain with more than 100 locations in 28 states.

Two factors convinced me to risk the journey:

The Original Pancake House stacks up.
Jennifer Silverberg
The Original Pancake House stacks up.

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The Original Pancake House

17000 Chesterfield Airport Road
Chesterfield, MO 63005

Category: Restaurant > American

Region: Chesterfield

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The Original Pancake House
Buttermilk pancakes...$5.95
Potato pancakes...$7.50
"Dutch Baby"...$7.95
Apple pancake...$8.95
17000 Chesterfield Airport Road, Chesterfield; 636-536-4044.
Hours: 7 a.m.-2:30 p.m. Tue.-Fri., 7 a.m.-3 p.m. Sat.-Sun. (Closed Mon.)

First, the original Original Pancake House in Portland won the James Beard "America's Regional Classic" Award in 1999. Not that this award confers greatness on a restaurant, especially a chain restaurant. Then again, you don't see Applebee's or Red Lobster boasting any James Beard Awards, now do you?

Second, pancakes rule, and I don't have an opportunity to write about them very often. What's more, the Original Pancake House serves all sorts of pancakes, from your basic buttermilk with whipped butter and maple syrup to an apple-cinnamon confection that's basically like having an entire cake for breakfast. Of course, I ordered it with a side of sausage.

The Original Pancake House's exterior resembles a large farmhouse, its "look" all the more ridiculous for being plunked down in the middle of suburban sprawl. Inside are wood-paneled walls, a fireplace and, often, a crowd. And I say that having avoided the restaurant on the weekend, when its family-friendly nature must be especially appealing.

(While every restaurant critic has a masochistic streak, you couldn't pay me enough to visit a suburban restaurant called the Original Pancake House late on a Sunday morning after church services have ended.)

There is also a counter where solo diners or those not fussy about wanting a table can sit. This looks through a busing area and the pass into the large kitchen. I sat here on most of my visits, sipping strong (but not flavorful) black coffee while watching Headline News on the flat-screen TV set mounted on the wall above the counter. The TV is an incongruous touch in a restaurant where the décor, the menu layout and even the logo — a creepy cartoon chef flipping what I assume is a pancake but actually looks like a thick slice of country ham — are meant to evoke the 1950s, when the Original Pancake House was founded.

On my first visit, I or-dered the buttermilk pancakes. I figured if a restaurant called the Original Pancake House couldn't get these right, there wouldn't be much point trying anything else. These were a simple pleasure, light and fluffy but with enough body to support a slathering of butter and generous pour of maple syrup.

Assuming they aren't burnt or made with sawdust in the batter, buttermilk pancakes can only distinguish themselves so much. Still, it was the little details that set these apart: the rich whipped butter, the syrup warmed to the ideal temperature, neither too thick nor too runny, the pancakes' surface a light brown rather than the chocolate brown of pancakes yanked from the skillet too late. Another favorite: the properly humble potato pancakes, thin and crisp-edged, paired with either sour cream or applesauce.

Many of the pancakes are variations on a theme. You can get pancakes filled with blueberries or bananas, coconut or pecans, bacon — how I resisted these I honestly don't know — or chocolate chips. You can have pancakes made out of buckwheat or pancakes made out of wheat germ. You can even have "Pigs in a Blanket," link sausages rolled up in pancakes.

The range of choices is overwhelming — and that's not even counting the selection of waffles, crêpes and omelets. Still, the gluttonous or curious (or, in my case, both) among you will likely be tempted by the Original Pancake House's two oven-baked house specialties: the apple pancake and the "Dutch Baby."

I'm not exaggerating (much) when I say the apple pancake is like having an entire cake for breakfast. It fills the large plate on which it is served and must be a couple of inches tall. Basically, it's composed of wedges of Granny Smith apple in a cinnamon glaze suspended in thick layer of batter. The apples are scorchingly hot, tender and delicious, but I could take or leave the batter. The texture was like a very thick custard or even a quiche, and I quickly grew tired of eating it.

As servers hurry it to other tables, the "Dutch Baby" looks equally impressive, seemingly as big and tall as the apple pancake. In fact, it's a hollow bowl, a thin, soft pancake with its edges curved upward and browned. The flavor of the pancake is delicate, with hints of vanilla and citrus fruit. On the side you get whipped butter, powdered sugar and lemon wedges. Doctor to your liking. I found a little bit of each enhanced, rather than covered, the pancake's light flavor.

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