I’ve been chanting the following three phrases like a poem for the past few weeks: red velvet pancakes, peanut butter waffles, nuttella french toast. red velvet pancakes, peanut butter waffles, nuttella french toast.
What do these absolutely magical sounding words have to do with each other? They’re all served for brunch at Pounds & Ounces in Chelsea. I had a friend visiting for the weekend and instead of going for a place I knew, I couldn’t resist- we made our way to 8th ave last Saturday. They open at noon, and we were one of the first ones in the (very art deco looking) place.
We ordered the Red Velvet Pancakes and Peanut Butter Waffles to split in half, with a side of bacon for her and a coffee for me. Even the coffee was great. The pancakes weren’t overwhelmingly sweet- but I also didn’t try to eat a whole order- and the waffle was crispy, just the way I like them.
Just try to stop thinking about Pounds & Ounces now. red velvet pancakes, peanut butter waffles, nuttella french toast….