Pancakes. Especially the way I make them. Fried in butter, makes them a little crispy on one side, and I’m not one to have single-function take-up-space gadgets in my kitchen if I can help it. Pancakes are delicious, and I just don’t prefer waffles enough to bother with a waffle iron.
I prefer my dishes (not just waffles, but most things) to maintain some distinction between components. Not segregation–more like multiculturalism, where there’s mixing and melding going on, but the elements are still largely recognizable. I hate fully-puréed soups, for example.
I understand what he’s saying. As you can see, the syrup is on top of the waffle, and if you break one of the little squares, the syrup will all pour out. In a pancake, the syrup goes into the pancake.
Exactly. On the left waffle we see syrup in two squares. The much-touted crispiness of the waffle has prevented the syrup from soaking in; the syrup is still fundamentally on the exterior of the waffle. The nearer squares of the waffle remain syrup-free and probably downright dry. After a similar syrup application, a pair of pancakes would be veritably infused with maple goodness.
I didn’t vote, since I like them both.
But, I have to say that the '49er flapjacks at the Original Pancake house beat any waffle ever made. They are also better than any other pancake anywhere, so I can understand how someone who hasn’t ever had them might think that waffles win hands-done.
That depends very much on my mood. For instance, swedish pancakes are like crepes and delicious. I love them with cinnamon sugar and butter. But pecan waffles with warm maple syrup are wonderful too. Then again, corn pancakes are a really great start to a hardworking day. Waffle ice cream sandwiches are decadent. But then so are chocolate chip pancakes. And have you ever had an apple pannekoeken? It really is the best way to start a cold-weather holiday. Provided you end it with a Belgian waffle and chocolate syrup.