To me, a Saturday or Sunday morning at The Paramount is just like one of those sour patch kids commercials…
First it’s sour — aka I’m waiting in line hungover, tapping my foot on the ground impatiently, dying of thirst, trying not to cry when I see all the food on the tables around me. Usually there’s a moment or two when I seriously consider seeing a doctor for complications with claustrophobia.
Then it’s sweet — aka I get to the front of the line and a wave of relief washes over me because, suddenly, I’M THE ONE WITH THE PANCAKES.
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Boston, MA 02114
Chowdown post —>>> Paramount
oh wow these look great!
I have definitely had these very pancakes. Agreed that the line is a little rough but the sticky, greasy reward is worth it!
I’ve been hearing a lot about Paramount lately, I need to try breakfast there.