Where The Pancakes Are

We headed to Southwark on the hunt for brunch this morning.

The team behind Crossbones Graveyard have put up posters in honour of the Extra Ordinary Women Of The Borough.

We ended up at Where The Pancakes Are, an awesome little brunch spot in the arches at Flat Iron.

Tom ordered a Smokey Maple Old Fashioned and I had a Breakfast Cocktail with bourbon, orange juice and maple syrup.

I had the welsh rarebit pancakes made with mature cheddar and ale topped with vinegar crisps and grilled spring onions.

Tom had the pancakes Royal with smoked salmon, poached eggs, hollandaise and asparagus.

We also tried The Dutch Baby, which was like a sweet Yorkshire pudding sprinkled with brown sugar and cinnamon.

We stopped off for a coffee at The Coffee House afterwards which was a cute little cafe with brick walls.