The Original Pancake House on the hill above was impossible to get into, so we opted for breakfast at a Denny's I haven't visited in 18 years.
I wonder if they're all going for the 50's motif. Such was the decor. The food? Eh, I decided not to fall for their "Let's Get Cheesy" promotion and went with the Bacon Avocado Burrito, which should have been heaven considering the ingredients. Instead, it was just a step up from something Burger King would offer, the avocado being the only component with detectable flavor. A pile of lifeless hash browns accompanied it.
Dessert, however, saved Sunday. Denny's has invented something called Pancake Puppies, balls of dough that come off as strawberry-and-white-chocolate-filled funnel cakes or sugary hush puppies with a cream cheese icing. Denny's goes even one step further, making them into a sundae with whipped cream, turning it into the Strawberry Shortcake of your dreams. And oh how the puppies go famously well with ice cream.
Kay and I shared, and she liked it so much, she pulled the plate away from me several times in a sugar-induced fever.
Our server Darlene (a name for a waitress if there ever was such a thing) was fine.
P.S. Denny's new Fusion Favorites look and taste like girly drinks or household chemicals depending on your point 'o view. Choosing to be secure in my masculinity, I ordered the Pacific Chiller, which has "flavorings" of coconut, lime, banana, and orange spikin' the Sprite. Anti-freeze never tasted so sweet. I kid. It wasn't bad and was a change of pace from Pepsi, but you won't catch me drinking something that resembles this at the local no-name bar, if you ever find me in one. Chances are, you won't.