I'm still going strong on my not eating out challenge...but when my sister wants to take us out to breakfast...who am I to say no? Original Pancake House (or OPH) has become a regular Sunday breakfast spot when my mom and sister are in town. We meet up, chit chat...with my monkeys getting into the sugar caddies (no worries...I clean them up and put them back in order for the server...its really annoying when parents don't clean up after their offspring...servers aren't your slaves...ok i'm getting off my soap box now).
We were greeted by Monica (who has graciously waited on us before). She was sweet, quick as lightning, and very knowledgeable about the menu (my sister asked her 1,000,001 questions about the chocolate crepe). She brought the monkeys drinks in kid friendly cups without being asked and did her best to clear everything away from their reach.
The coffee is good, the grapefruit juice was fresh squeezed, the whipped cream wasn't out of a can, the pancakes were fluffy, the portions were huge and it made us all very happy. Will most likely be back on Sunday.