After spending the past six years worth of brunch in search of the perfect fluffy stack, I have committed to┬áTaby’s. Walk past their charming green awnings at 10 AM and you will see me, second table in front of the window, half way through a black coffee and three chocolate chip pancakes. I ventured into hipster territory for gourmet gluten free pancake imposters, tried countless diners, and even experimented with savory pancakes in Brooklyn before confirming my initial suspicion: nothing beats Taby’s. Their charming retro stained glass and linoleum floors couple with incredible food to make for a wholesome meal. In a world of experimental menus and “innovative” eating experiences, it is the lack of change that makes Taby’s so good. They simply do…