I grew up in Blount County, Tennessee where a little diner named Midland Restaurant serves ginormous, life-changingly-wonderful, fluffy, perfect pancakes. Pancakes that soak up butter and maple syrup like it’s going out of style. Every bite is a revelation of sweet and salty goodness. These are the pancakes dreams are made of. Incredibly, Gracie’s, a newer restaurant in the same locale, boasts what may be the second best pancakes on the planet. Does anything in North Carolina compare? This traveling lawyer and accidental pancake snob intends to find out.
I evaluate pancakes on as scale of one to ten, with one barely qualifying as pancakes and ten being Midland-esque. Five represents what I could make on my own with a box of Bisquick and some salted butter.
Big Pancakes 