There’s a secret society in Dayton, Ohio, and the only membership requirement is having tasted the Banana Nut Pancakes at Butter Cafe.
These aren’t just pancakes—they’re fluffy discs of breakfast divinity that have inspired a following so devoted it borders on religious fervor.
Let me tell you something about pancakes.
In the wrong hands, they can be sad, dense frisbees that sit in your stomach like wet cement…