after half an hour of waiting for the hotcake, they serve me a garden of eden instead. damn, just how exactly do you eat a picturesque garden, you tell me? fluffy fluffy bed of maple syrup doused hotcake with nice crisp lining and zealous hills of ricotta cheese. spurting from the hotcake is a botanic landscape of freshest blackcurrants, medley of berries and litters of daintiest edible flowers, roasted pine nuts and a cloud of mascarpone. o careful the knife there, you are hurting the darling you know.