This past weekend was the last weekend to order pumpkin pancakes at Java Jive. Say it with me now: Pumpkin. Pancakes.

Imagine what heaven might taste like and you’d be wrong, wrong, wrong. These pancakes are so much better than that. Crisp at the edges, slightly custardy in the center, and when doused with the cinnamon syrup alongside, wowee zowee. Admittedly, the cinnamon slightly overpowered the syrup—I do love cinnamon but it can be potent in certain doses—but never mind: they were brilliant. I wisely talked myself out of ordering some soysage to go with it; I didn’t even make it through the entire stack, much less have room for some other source of food. In fact, my simple glass of milk cut through the sweetness nicely.
Oh, Java Jive, I can only hope that I am passing through Atlanta at some point next October/November so that I may experience this nirvana once more.