I'm fairly obsessed with breakfast food, so I'd been dying to go to the Pfunky Griddle since their opening at the end of July. It's a cook-your-own-pancakes place that also serves lunch.
It's a really cool idea, if you like the sensation of cooking your own food and then eating it bent right over a crackling-hot stove. It's great if you love the sensation of a steaming griddle facial: one part Pam cooking spray, two parts burnt pancake smell.
I showed up around 11:30 on Sunday and the place was bumpin'. I ordered biscuits and gravy, a side of bacon and a cup of coffee. My bill? Over $10. Ridiculous. I could eat twice the food for a third less at Cracker Barrel, and I wouldn't have to feel as though I were being tenderly roasted while eating it. My friend ordered poached eggs, only to find out that, since you cook your own eggs on the table griddle, she could only have fried eggs. Because of the griddle's lip, the server let us know that if we tried to scramble them they'd run "right off the griddle and onto your shoes." Ick.
We sat on bar stools. With no backs.
The coffee was what I like to refer to as "shitty."
The service was good, although a bit cheerleadery ("The biscuits and gravy were just great, right?! Right?!?"), and the folks running it were as nice as you could be.
But this place is still kind of a logistical nightmare. The carpet is badly stained, the paint job is terrible, and the fans placed throughout to deflect the steamy griddle heat only complicate matters. They really need to invest in some overhead fans for each table, better decor (get rid of the murals of wheat fields, stat) and remove those real tree branches from the ceiling that act as an extension of the fake tree painted on the wall in the back room.
Also, please remove your overstocked items (14 cans of Pam cooking spray) from the shelf in the waiting area. And finally, never put the peanut brittle crunch you won online out for display. Never.