Attracted to the word "Blintz" on the menu, that is what I ordered. The plate came with three crepes covered with blueberries and sauce and filled with melted cheese. "These seem awfully small," Sherry the waitress commented surprisingly. "The manager agrees, and has promised to bring you another one." Minutes later he did just that, and I had a morning treat that would surpass any description of "breakfast." On that rainy Sunday morning the crowd did not seem as overwhelming as we had remembered in years past, but as we departed the premises roughly an hour later, the line stretched well back into the little adjoining village. We brought umbrellas, but some of the customers didn't. To aid the situation, the manager brought golf-sized umbrellas to share with the customers waiting in line outside. Oh yes, we knew that credit cards were a "no-no," so we came with necessary cash. If in Gatlinburg, a trip to Pancake Pantry is a must!