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| - This is a somewhat painful review to write because it means finally coming to terms with the loss of a childhood love. I am a breakfast food MONSTER and I had a craving for pancakes a few weeks ago before fueling up for a shopping trip in Robinson. I should have gone with my first instinct, a local breakfast diner, but I decided we'd come to IHOP because I hadn't been in such a long time and I do enjoy their variety of syrups. It wasn't very busy when we arrived, and though we were seated right away, it took an inordinate amount of time to get water and our coffee carafe. I was *thisclose* to suggesting that we bounce and get breakfast at a certain Swedish furniture chain when our harried server finally appeared. Now, I will say this: the food service industry is grueling work, and our server was doing the best she could. She was friendly and apologetic for the wait, so I can't fault her. It just seems like this restaurant is poorly managed. When the food eventually did come, the omlette was decent, but the pancakes....ugh...I couldn't taste them. Choc full of blueberries and I felt nothing. No stir of emotion, no tingle of tartness. At first I thought it was the nasty head cold that I had at the time, foiling attempts to taste food. But my healthy boyfriend finished my pancakes and he said they tasted bland too. IHOP, you have ONE job. And that's to serve baller pancakes. And you failed. I wanted to enjoy the experience, but on the whole, it was a flop. I'm so sorry for both of us.
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