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| - After opening more than a hundred franchised restaurants, you have to wonder when the "Original" name becomes worthless.
Located in yet another soul-less strip mall, this OPH is clean, well-managed, and predictable. Charming? Naah. Homey? Please. Solid? Yeah, solid. You get good grub, reasonable prices without all that fussy "personality" clogging up your dining experience.
I was working nearby and just needed a quick late breakfast/early lunch and had never been to an Original. The menu? Six eggs in each omelette. Let that sink in, for just a minute: every omelette served up in this joint has a half dozen eggs. That should be enough for a family of six, but wait for it... You also get THREE buttermilk pancakes, with each omelette. I struggled with the menu for a bit, then ordered a BLT; it was the only way I could figure out how NOT to have my meal with a sidecar trio of gut-busting flapjacks.
(On the corporate website, there is an actual page called "What Are Pancakes?" So, let me get this straight: A customer has made it to the page called "The Original Pancake House," yet you feel they may still have this one nagging question: "I know what an Original House is, but what the heck are pancakes?" I may have over-estimated the knowledge of the general population. Again.)
I suppose, if you're really, really hungry, say if you've just made bail, or you decided to end your month-long fast in protest of our nation's over-consumption of eggs, this place makes sense. Otherwise?
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