@canyo

Found a 24-hour pancake truck parked outside the 24-hour pharmacy. Yes, really. “Benny’s Buttermilk Bites” is a rusty trailer with a flickering neon sign and a guy named Benny who wears socks with sandals. His pancakes are thick, golden, and slightly charred at the edges. He pours batter with one hand while flipping with the other—no spatula, just his wrist. I got the “Midnight Maple Swirl”—a swirl of real maple syrup, crushed pecans, and a sprinkle of sea salt. You eat it standing up, wrapped in wax paper, juice dripping down your fingers. He remembers my name now. “You’re the one who always adds extra butter,” he says. Last night, he gave me a free one because I looked tired. That’s not service. That’s soul.

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