Elbow-Deep in Pancakes and Ladies' Plates at Chace's

© Siiri Sampson 2011.
If the overload of flour, butter, and blueberry compote doesn't kill you, then you must try a potato pancake with sour cream and apple sauce.
We loved watching The Golden Girls when we were growing up--when it was on TV for the first time. The clever banter between Dorothy and '"Maaawww" (aka Sophia) always cracked us up, and Rose's naiveté-turned-double entendre gave that refreshing punch of dramatic irony television so desperately needed. And don't even get us started on Blanche! Her raging, overtly Southern sexuality drew those men (and all the viewers) in like a moth to a flame. Our favorite thing about The Golden Girls, besides their adventures and never-ending stream of pickles they found themselves in, was that we could always see ourselves being a part of their motley crew. They really were the first set of Sex and the City girls.

So many of their schemes, witty chat sessions, and heart-to-hearts happened around the kitchen table during breakfast, brunch, or a late-night cup of coffee. We were reminded of the gals the other day when we stopped by Chace's Pancake Corral in Bellevue (1606 Bellevue Way S.E.) as we sat between tables of Mohawk-sporting college boys, middle-aged blue-collar bankers, and grandparents treating their grandkids to flapjacks bigger than their faces. Picturing Rose, Blanche, Sophia, and Dorothy sitting around with bottomless coffee while sharing potato pancakes got us thinking: What would each of them order?

© Siiri Sampson 2011.
I would consider changing my name to French Toast for a free lifetime supply at Chace's, plus a small sum of money.
Let's start with the obvious: Blanche, our sultry party queen. After a long night of "entertaining," she'd need a full-on recharge for the rest of the weekend. She'd have the Weight Lifters Plate, complete with a half-pound beef patty, some salad, and a fruit cup (among other things) to get her energy back up. Rose would definitely go for the Ladies Plate, which offers just enough of everything a lady would want--one of everything worth having (although you may want to add a potato pancake, served with applesauce and sour cream). Sophia would get the egg-bread French toast plate with bacon, not sausage, because deep down, she's just as warm and sweet as Chace's French toast with powdered sugar on top. Then we have Dorothy, who'd order the hash-brown omelet: a scrambled egg between two crispy layers of hash browns. Topped with a slice of melted cheddar and served with sour cream and salsa, Dorothy would have no problem playing up her ringleader status and keeping the other three in line.

Chace's has had a little bit of a face-lift somewhere in the past few years, but still shows family memorabilia on the walls, keeping Bill Chace's lineage alive. Hearty dishes keep the lines long and friendly, and the family-oriented staff brings hot coffee more often than water. It's nothing fancy, but it's not supposed to be--the pancakes (with blueberries, bananas, or just plain) are consistently large and hot and doughy, just as you expect.

comments powered by Disqus