Pretty much everyone who’s done a circuit of South Asia knows that Jack Johnson’s “Banana Pancakes” is one of the quintessential songs of backpacker hangouts. And, incidentally, banana pancakes are everywhere in South Asia. To be honest, as a proud Canuck, this kind of disappoints me. I mean, when I conceive of a pancake, I think of something about a centimetre thick which is light and fluffy and drenched in a metric ton of maple syrup. It just ain’t right if it’s thin and dense and drizzled with honey and sweetened condensed milk and topped with bananas. But that is what you get when you are a traveller in South Asia. Le sigh. If you can’t beat ’em, you may as well join ’em.
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