Here’s the word: Pfannekuchen. Well, actually, three words: Munchener Apfel Pfannekuchen. German apple puffed pancakes. They reach their apex at the Mangnolia Pancake Haus in San Antonio. Dark and toasty brown, these monsters spill off the plate. They’re not fluffy, like American pancakes; they remind me more of Yorkshire pudding, all eggy and moist. The Granny Smith apples, cinnamon-ed to a fare-thee-well, sit on top and are dappled with powdered sugar and thick, thick whipped cream. Ohmigod. Order one of these babies and you won’t have to eat again for three days. Cute, tidy place, too: very June Cleaver-esque, off the beaten path near Bitters and U.S. Hwy 281.
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