I have a confession to make: my weekends are often planned around pancakes. Not the fluffy, microwaveable kind or the stacks from a chain restaurant that leave you feeling a little sad.
I’m talking about the real deal. The kind of golden-brown, buttery perfection that makes you close your eyes with every bite.
For years, I thought I had to make them myself to get that fix. But then I started digging, and it turns out Arizona is hiding some of the best pancake joints in the country…