I Rolled

I have been in the mood for breakfast for dinner for weeks now. The last two Sundays I asked my father to take me to IHOP. He would laugh and say no. But for whatever reason, once or twice a year I just love going back to the tiny greasy spoon for pancakes or french toast. For dinner. I LOVED the place as a child and it was usually my reward for being good during a particularly shot-tastic doctor visit. So this afternoon I asked again, half joking because Dad is less enthusiastic about driving across town for a questionable dinner. But he said yes. Yippee! I had my heart set on crepes but they were sold out. How that is possible is beyond me, but I was happy with my second choice of french toast.

Now I have to tell you about our waitress. She belongs in a restaurant that is a .... how can I say this .... a step up from IHOP. Example: "Oh you should try the pecan syrup. It has a nice light flavor and is not overly sweet. You'll love it!" Sort of sounded to me like a wine description. The whole experience was full of moments like that. I was giggling the whole time. I only used butter too because I am sorry to say that I am a maple syrup snob. It's the real thing or nothing, baby! Oh and for those curious, the place was packed. Clearly I am not the only person up here craving a little sweet something for dinner on a Sunday night.

It was so yummy- I about had to roll myself out of there. But I've been a superstar workout queen lately so I figured I deserved it!