Instead of the usual trip to Denny’s for what Hubby has fondly dubbed “Heart attack on a plate” (aka Bacon, eggs, pancakes, sausage, french toast and what ever else comes on that platter) We thought we try the much talked about IHOP. International House of Pancakes.
Arrived mid morning and the place was jammed! Was impressed because we were seated quite quickly and the friendly staff brought us our coffee and juice in a timely manner. That’s where my accolades will have to stop. Place was full of screaming kids. Yes, this is Orlando, but I’ve never been in a restaurant where children are allowed to yell and run? A guy making balloon hats and animals seemed to add to the general state of chaos. We were on vacation so I decided I was going to just roll with it. Hummm. Then the food arrived. Cold pancakes, raw french toast, runny eggs, rubber sausage, melty whip cream…ugg. Apparently we had made a mistake. Should have stuck with Denny’s. With disappointment, we decided just to pay the bill and scat. We are not complainers, and our server looked like she was having a much more difficult day then we were. Stopped at the Dunkin Donuts on the way back to our rental house. It’s tough to mess up a chocolate donut.
Back on the road and SweetGirl says to us.
“Mom, Why isn’t that place called I.H.O.C.? “
“Pardon me Ihawk” I mumble with a mouthful of delicious chocolate baked goodness.
“You know? International House of Crap”
Oh My! Donut..meet windshield.
Hubby and I couldn’t help but laugh.
Out of the mouths of babes?