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| - The International House of Pancakes is where I get my brunch on. I used to go to Denny's, but one of the kids selling newspapers up front was constantly pressuring me to buy a copy, so I stopped going there cause I felt like I had to pay a toll to enter. Sometimes, the kid even tested my knowledge.
Kid: Did you know that mining still exists in Nevada?
Me: *pretending to not know, but I know because I'm old* Oh...really? You don't say...
Kid: Yeah, learned about it in the newspaper. *holds one up and points to it*
Me: *thinking to myself* I just wanna eat pancakes!
At IHOP, none of that happens. I just walk in, tell them my name, and they usually lead me to a table right away. I like their chocolate chip pancakes, which aren't bad, and I usually order them as part of a combo with bacon, eggs, and hash browns... that are freaking delicious. Other international offerings that I've tried are the German crepes and Harvest Grain pancakes, those are all right.
The servers are always on their A-Game. I had one who was well-spoken and relaxed. I like to think he teaches mediation on the side. Too bad I don't remember his name and have only seen him once. Maybe he went to go teach meditation full-time.
Is there anything that sucks about this IHOP? Yes. It's busy on the weekends, but at least I've never had to wait more than 20 minutes for a table to open up. Another thing that sucks is if the main waiting area is full, you'll have to wait in the secluded waiting room by the entry. Makes me feel like a second-rate citizen.
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