In Southwestern Ontario, during the spring maple run (March or so), many churches and community organizations have weekend pancake breakfasts. My mom takes anyone that will go once, and only once, to her favorite.
Typical fare: small pancakes, breakfast sausage links, baked beans, and at the good ones bacon, either streaky or peameal. Hot coffee, milk, cheap juice, hot chocolate, tea. Unlimited, but you’ll start to get the stink eye on the third trip.
Long picnic bench seating. Sit where you can, even if some old lady gets in your personal space. Tables are sticky as hell due to all the dripped syrup. From where, you ask? From the bottomless liter-sized syrup dispensers on the tables, never less than 1 every 5’. Feel free to fill your plate of the above mentioned items, and then drizzle 1/2 cup of Ontario’s finest tree juice.
I haven’t been in at least five years. Probably C$20 each now. But worth every penny. Luckily I live 4 hours away, so it’s self-limiting.