This post probably appears just above one from earlier this week announcing that the Skinny Pancake on Burlington’s Lake Street will double in size by July. Does that mean that the third Skinny Pancake — the much-anticipated one at Burlington Airport, which opened just over two months ago — is already old hat?
Not for me. Without plans to fly anywhere, this rustic-looking kiosk remained off limits from behind a wall of TSA glass. With some local craft brews on tap, a cocktail menu that draws heavily on local spirits, and a section of the menu devoted to crêpe-less dishes — panini, a Vermont Salumi sandwich, even a burger — I was curious about what I couldn’t have.
Until this Wednesday, when I was booked on a flight to DC. I arrived at the airport early to get my Skinny Pancake on.


Same boring food, new location. Sounds like every other fast food joint in America. Sprouting up new locations everywhere.
I fondly recall a few excellent meals I ate upstairs in the restaurant that is now shuttered away. The waitresses were nice if not trendy and the food was well- prepared and fresh. The view was glorious. Reminded me of being a teenager fifty years ago in Chicago and looking out the windows of O’Hare as I ate lunch with my parents.
The last time I visited that restaurant was just a couple of months ago and the waitress seemed very insecure about her future. Kind of sad that they couldn’t make better use of those facilities on the second floor. There never seemed to be effective signage to draw travelers upstairs. Too bad, really.