Our Pancake Paradise

Earlier this year when I was pregnant with Son2, I was talking story with our neighbors about this breakfast place I had never tried, called Sandy's Cafe. They went on and on about this place and the stuffed french toast, crater pancakes (as in a volcanic crater), the kalua pig plate, the fruit crepes, Hawaiian syrups, and the spinach and cheese omlette with whipped eggs and special cheese cream sauce, ALL HOMEMADE LOCAL STYLE. My body yelled, "Stop! Stop!". I went inside and told Hubby I knew where we were eating breakfast on Saturday. He agreed.

Sandy's is located in a gated retirement community by my house. We arrived at the front gate and punched in the code to the restaurant. Just as we parked, Hubby got a little skeptical. Ugh. Not now...please, my pregnant body couldn't handle him backing out now. He was uneasy about intruding in a senior citizen community. Oh, but I insisted!! We pulled open the door to the restaurant, and half the people inside were young families. Sandy's is a good little secret. They cannot advertise, per the homeowners association, and their prices are reasonable, for folks on a fixed income. Sandy's is all just word of mouth, and full every time we go for breakfast. The breakfast food is like no other on this island, not even Eggs and Things. Life is just slower at Sandy's. We get undivided server attention. It is family owned and run. They remember our family's favorites. They don't have the speediest service, but for some reason, no one seems to care. Maybe it is the Hawaiian music playing.

They all know Son1 and what he likes: fluffy pancakes, homemade strawberry syrup with whipped cream, and a side of fried rice. Every now and then they will also make him what they call "over hard" eggs.





I usually try and feed the little guy before we go, but earlier this month he proved to us that he is ready to eat at Sandy's, too!!