IHOP
Listen, I’ve been slacking. I don’t have a car at school and it’s getting too cold to walk to the AEOTVs in downtown Providence. This means that breaks, like Thanksgiving and Christmas, are AEOTV bonanzas for me. With no further ado, I give you the International House of Pancakes.
The IHOP I went to with Lisa, Riva and Kara is on a traffic island in Brighton halfway between Brookline and Watertown, meaning that I passed by it on the way to school for nearly 10 years. Although I’ve only been to this location once before, I’ve heard about it non-stop my entire life because of the proximity to school and home, and the fact that my father worked there as a bus boy when he was in high school. He doesn’t actually talk about the job, but rather he tells the same story over and over and over again about fighting a guy named “Tony el loco” who worked in the kitchen after work one day.
Anyways.
What a better time to go to IHOP then two days after Thanksgiving when I’m finally tired of eating leftovers? Besides, it was really nice out along the Charles River on the way there, and there were guys selling Christmas trees in the parking lot. Oh, to be trashy on a brisk New England morning.
Like many of its AEOTV competitors, IHOP menus are laminated pictures of sterilized foods that will undoubtably disappoint. To illustrate, this is a picture of Lisa’s face after finding out the “International Crepes Passport” she ordered only comes with one crepe:
Bummer.
I believe Lisa’s exact words were “This is does not satisfy me at all.” She should have followed my lead and ordered the “Viva la French Toast Combo,” because it was pretty satisfactory.
Before:
After:
Don’t you feel satisfied just looking at that sequence? Like you have a belly full of french toast and nothing planned for the rest of the afternoon? Yeah, that’s what it felt like.
