Yesterday, a friend and i had mid-afternoon lunch at Tom's Restaurant in Prospect Heights. We chose a table "outside" in the annex that's really an air-conditioned patio with no outlet to the real outside whatsoever. Before we had even sat down, they gave us those little moist towlettes that come in the waxy paper pouches, and a man wielding tongs and a basket of cookies thrust a chocolate chip and a pecan sandy each into our flustered hands. Not that i'm complaining, shove a cookie in my mouth before i've had my coffee and you're really doing me a favor. Anyway, i had banana nut pancakes that came with syrup and three different kinds of flavored butter. I think they were peach, strawberry - with big chunks of fruit mixed in - and a cinnamony one that tasted like cake batter. I was this close to greasing the inside of my purse to take them home. While i regret not trying the egg cream, everything was delish and the decor was cute, replete with plastic flowers and deck furniture kitch. The best part of dining experience was the warning upon leaving from the proprietor (Tom?), with regard to the impending West Indian Carnival taking place in the hood this weekend - to "be careful." Safety first i guess.
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