I had the most inexplicable urge to eat a waffle one fine Sunday morn (nope, not preggas if you were wondering). As I was passing through Glenhuntly Road, I randomly stopped at one of their cafes satisfy my waffle craving.
So there I was a Vicinity Café scanning the menu with a slightly crazed and frantic look for waffles. They didn’t have any. But I had already sat down and engaged. I couldn’t back away. So I ordered the next best thing dripping in maple syrup – a stack of buttermilk pancakes.
Verdict: We liked it.