The first forkful hits your mouth, and suddenly all those other pancakes you have eaten feel like a sad lie.
That is the quiet power of this unassuming diner on an Ann Arbor corner, where the teal building with overflowing flower boxes has been quietly serving the most transcendent blueberry pancakes for decades.
Locals won’t go anywhere else, and they have good reason. The pancakes arrive as golden stacks with crisp edges and impossibly fluffy centers, each bite bursting with plump Michigan berries that taste like summer…