The Morning After: Pancakes

It's within reason to assume that given my love for beer and my keen interest in alcohol chemistry, that I do go through a fair amount of hangovers after a good night out. If I'm lucky, the morning after starts off with a blaring headache that subsides after a good session of YouTube karaoke, but failing that, I turn to food.

Food as a hangover remedy must be carefully selected. You don't want to feel more sick than you did when you woke up, and depending on the severity of last night's alcohol enjoyment, you don't want to eat anything that even remotely resembles your late night offering to the toilet, the sink, or the floor from point A to point B.

So today, the hangover felt like pancakes, and once that headache wore off at brunch time, I was off in search for the most perfect one.

I ended up at this place called DiBella's Social Roasting Warehouse off Raglan St. in North Melbourne (my 'hood) after my resident pancake provider was closed for ANZAC.

You wouldn't be able to tell from the photo but that place is huge as. I recalled that this was the cafe mentioned in one of my hoyty "Best Coffee in Melbourne" guidebooks. The place reeked of amazing coffee and I wanted to just drown myself in that aroma so I can walk around smelling like it all day. But I couldn't, I hadn't reached my goal of hangover pancakes, though have a look at this incredibly ominous looking coffee machine.

After being amazed at the establishment's level of profoundness, I ordered a stack of pancakes with blueberries, Canadian Maple and Vanilla Ice Cream. The thought of the pancake lingered in my mind right after I ordered it, and it continued to do so until about twenty minutes after when my food finally came.

the fashionably-late pancakes (i got a little bit overexcited and took a bite before snapping a photo)

The pancake was, on a scale of one to awesome, pretty darn good. It didn't really blow my mind, however. They put too much buttermilk and the pancake didn't end up being light and fluffy. It was heavy, but it soaked a whole lot of they syrup and melted ice cream so each bite was like sinking your teeth into an orgy of sweet, sweeter, and sweetest. I couldn't finish the whole thing. I was full by the sixth bite, which was caused in part by the speed in which I demolished the pancake. 

I wouldn't recommend pancakes as hangover cure-all. I felt so heavy afterwards that the headache came back in full force and it seemed as if the pancake wanted to see daylight once again. All that sugar made me extremely woozy too.

Take home message, leave pancakes for breakfast after a good night's sleep. It's much more satisfying that way.

Stay ballin.
Coco