So my friends Joe G. and Mark C. were in town over Christmas and we went to IHOP for brunch on Sunday.
We attempted to pull off the hetero handshakes/hugs (successfully, I think) and then were seated by the indifferent staff.
We were doing the catching up thing when our waitress interupted us and told us the special of the day was the Mile High omelet.
After she left I wondered aloud that if one of us ordered the special, would that person be required to have sex with her in the bathroom? For only $9.99? What a steal!
Mark was looking through his menu and he asked what the Stuffed French Toast was stuffed with. I said 'gravy' as Joe said 'a T-bone'. We decided that it would indeed be awesome if it was filled with these things. Joe decided that it would be called The Toby Keith. Perfect.
We discussed various movies and pop culture things then we received some of the worst food we could have found in a tri-county area. Bleck. Next time ya'll come to visit I'm going to take you to Los Adelbertos instead. The Meats of Dubious Origins breakfast burrito would have to be better than the swill we had at the IHOP.
Thanks for coming to visit fellas. I had a wonderful time in spite of the bad food and not having sex with our waitress.
I'm out.
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it was indeed a fine meal, despite the food.
i'm glad we made it work. the regular breakfast-with-brad is a fond memory i hold of my time in IF.
again, danka, you wooly bearded dynamo.
joe
It turned out that the "mile high omelet" wasn't the only thing on the menu that didn't turn out to be some sexual euphemism involving our waitress. I give you: "stuffed french toast".
The worst part of the whole experience is that I actually ate my entire meal.
The Toby Keith.
Easily the funniest thing I have read all week. Thanks to the trio of aging fanboys who produced a belly laugh for me this morning.
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