OK, so I picked this dessert based purely on its name. How can you resist the idea of a scrambled pancake?
Despite the Germans loving very literal names and menu descrpitions for their dishes, I keep stupidly expecting to be surprised by elaborate, exotic dishes. But, alas, they are what they say on the tin. ‘Chicken with potatoes’ is actually just chicken with boiled potatoes, ‘fish with pepper’ is just plain fish with pepper, and, lo and behold, ‘scrambled pancakes’ is just that: pancakes that have been scrambled.
That said, the pancakes had a small twist: raisins and a custardy sauce that weren’t described on the menu. And it was delicious. In an oh-my-god, I can’t eat anymore, stodgy German food way (nothing at all to do with the huge schnitzel I just had).
