I don't recollect if I ate pancakes across the pond or not. It's been a long time ago.

My dad made The Best Pancakes in the World. They were a little sweet, and a little salty. Sounds weird, I know, but lemme tellya, they were awesome. And he was one of those people that didn't use a recipe, it was all in his head.

And while I cook like that most of the time myself, I have not ever been able to replicate his pancakes. The pancake dynasty died with him.