I'm off to Port Trevorton, PA real early in the morning.
Many years ago, my brother, wife, and I were traveling to my hometown to attend my father's funeral. We stayed at a village near Port Trevorton called New Buffalo. Next morning, we went to eat breakfast at the New Buffalo Restaurant, where the three of us ordered Buffalo Pancakes. The waitress asked how many we wanted, and we each ordered three. In retrospect, we probably should have asked how large those pancakes were. I thought it strange when the waitress looked at us kind of funny, but let it go. I was hungry.
A few minutes later, we observed the waitress struggling under the weight of three serving platters filled with three of the biggest friggin' pancakes I have ever had the misfortune to order. Each one filled a serving platter, and there were three on each platter. I managed to choke down two of them, along with a quart of syrup to wash 'em down. My brother and wife weren't so determined, only eating most of one pancake each.
We were still stuffed when we arrived in my hometown, nearly 4 hours later...
Last time I was in the area, the restaurant had closed, as had the motel.
In the FWIW history department, my father was a member of the crew that built that portion of US 15, and we lived in Port Trevorton, in a large travel trailer (though they weren't called that then).