You can get an amazing-looking 'pancake kebab' in Cardiff
In great news for pancake fans the famous 'hanging kebab' pancakes are returning to The Botanist and you can enjoy them in Cardiff. Both Botanist sites in Cardiff, in the city centre and in Cardiff Bay, are offering the hanging pancake kebabs from Monday, March 3, until Thursday, March 6.
Offering a sweet twist on its famous hanging kebab the venue has created two indulgent stacked combinations to satisfy crepe cravings with each priced at £9.95. Sweet-toothed diners can opt for strawberry blondie with mini American pancakes, blondie bites, fresh strawberries, and toasted marshmallows, served with strawberry and vanilla ice cream and raspberry coulis or chocolate orange with mini American pancakes, chocolate brownie bites, and fresh orange served with vanilla ice cream and a salted chocolate butterscotch sauce to drizzle down the kebab.
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And for the first time ever The Botanist's in-house chefs have created a seriously impressive sharing option. The Sharer Stack, at £45, includes a choice of three hanging pancake kebabs and a sharing tray with fresh fruit, caramelised banana, vanilla and strawberry ice cream, raspberry coulis, and salted chocolate butterscotch sauce.
Pancake day is taking place on Tuesday, March 4, and is formally known as Shrove Tuesday. It precedes Ash Wednesday as it is known by Christians.
It is a tradition observed in not just the UK but in many countries around the world and represents a final day of indulgence before Lent begins the following day. For the latest restaurant news and reviews sign up to our food and drink newsletter here.
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