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"PANnekoeken, PANnekoeken, panneKOEken!"

This past Saturday morning I walked into Sytje's Pannekoeken Restaurant in Rochester, Minnesota, with five other close college friends, and sat down to an incredible breakfast. We were in town for our friend Jess's wedding, and were dressed for the wedding, so when we entered the waitresses and other customers looked a bit surprised to see a group of folks in their suits and skirts for a wedding showing up for breakfast at a Dutch pannekoeken joint.

The pannekoeken, a sort of thick pancake cooked in a deep frying pan, came topped with blackberries, raspberries, and blueberries, and they were excellent. Currie and I each got dark roasted European coffee, and Abby ordered cafe con leche, wondering at the Spanish name in a Dutch establishment.

After we were seated at our table, a server came running out from the kitchen shouting, "PANNekoeken, PANNekoeken!" as she carried an order to another table. Seeing how the goods were delivered, Erik decided that "I want someone to shout "Pannekoeken" as they run to the table with my breakfast."

We ordered, and our waitress brought our five pannekoeken out in three runs, so we were treated to the culinary exclamation three times. We did find out that the servers don't have to audition for shouting when applied to work at Sytje's.

If you're ever in Rochester, its worth a visit to Sytje's Pannekoeken Restaurant.