Hey there Jim's Pancakes,
Since discovering your blog (thanks Dustin), all I want to eat is a crane made from pancakes.
I could try ordering it at a breakfast joint, but I doubt that would go over very well. Most waitresses can't handle when I ask for my bacon extra crispy. Oh, I'm sorry if it's inconvenient for you to ask the chef if he could avoid serving me raw pig fat. Never mind, I don't want bacon anymore. I want a pancake shaped like a necklace.
See what I mean, Jim? I don't see a solution here. Unnnnless, you came over to my house and made me one? I live in California.