5/5 B 5 months ago on Google
World
renowned
Kungs
had
a
power
outage
so
I
diverted
to
Harry’s.
Fond
memories
of
succulent
lamb
slices
and
signature
Swedish
meatballs
on
the
brainstem,
I
spied
the
before
1AM
breakfast
specials.
Harry’s
breakfast
was
two
exemplary
fried
eggs
and
a
large
portion
cubed/diced
home
fries
dusted
in
paprika
(?).
Bacon
that’s
perfect
and
a
disappointing
mini
dog
thing.
Microscope
needed
to
find
the
tiny
toast
wedges.
But
delicious.
Happy
as
could
be
but
for
the
temp
of
the
coffee.
Good,
tasty
coffee
but
Luke
warm,
not
hot
on
Both
visits.
What
was
of
intrigue
was
the
table
top
tent
card
boasting
of
American
Pancakes
with
Bacon.
Next
day.
Four
smallish
pancakes
intermittently
layered
with
crispy
bacon.
That
bacon
grease
naturally
transfers
to
the
pancakes.
Yum.
A
blast
of
maple
syrup.
But
where’s
the
butter?
For
four
perfect
browned
off
over
a
very
hot
griddle
and
very
well
done
throughout.
I
cried
foul
on
the
25b
uptick
for
the
butter.
Staff
complied
with
my
sentiment
that
a
stack
of
American
pancakes,
without
exception,
includes
a
pat
of
real
butter
melting
away
and
sliding
down
the
stack.
Tip
of
the
hat
on
fantastic
pancakes.
So
many
places
the
pancakes
are
downright
awful.
The
Danish
touch?
I’ve
had
many
a
lunch
special
here
as
well.
Not
a
bad
meal
in
the
bunch.
But
Harry’s
is
now
for
me
a
really,
really
good
breakfast
option.
Thanks
for
some
damned
good
pancakes.