So when I wake up on a weekend morning craving hot coffee and pancakes, if I'm not in a tiara mood, we get in the car and take ourselves to the little town of Sattler to sate the craving.
Sattler is a working town providing for seasonal tourist trade. It looks like a string of oversized Monopoly toys thrown along a route between the playwaters of Canyon Lake and the Guadalupe River.
Not the kind of place a body would expect a how-do-they-do-that pancake experience. Tall AND light.
The restaurant decor reminds me of grandmother's house, comfortable and cheerful.
The coffee is fresh, service thoughtful...
and the flapjacks will people your dreams.
Footnote: As of June 2010, Flapjacks is closed.
Words and photos by Kathleen Scott,for her blog Hill Country Mysteries. Copyright 2009-2010.