Whole Nut Pancake
Scott, a guy that I had met on the internet was visiting me in my hometown for the first time. We spent the day shopping and hanging out and around dinnertime he said he felt like having some pancakes for dinner. He wondered if I knew of any restaurants that would still be serving pancakes. I told him there were two restaurants that were right across the street from each other in the town that we’d have to drive through to get home.
He wanted to know if either of them were expensive. I told him they were both comparable to Denny’s. Then he asked if we could stop by the grocery store for some milk. When I asked him why, he said he liked to have lots of milk to drink with his pancakes, but at Denny’s they charged him by the glass. He didn’t want to take any chances and didn’t want to have to pay for five or six glasses of milk.
We went to the first restaurant with his quart of milk hidden under his coat. When the hostess tried to seat us, Scott asked to see the menu before we sat down. He flipped to the page with the pancakes. He demanded to know if he would get five pancakes like the picture showed. When the hostess assured him he would, he asked if they were full-size pancakes or silver-dollar pancakes. She showed him with her hands about how big around they were. He snorted.
“Humph. So about four inches, huh. They look bigger in the picture. It’s such a rip-off to buy pancakes at a restaurant.”
“I think we should go,” he whispered to me. “We don’t have to eat here. Didn’t you say there’s another place around? It’s just for five 4-inch pancakes, they want $4.99. That’s almost a buck twenty-five per pancake!”
We sneaked out while the hostess had her back turned and proceeded to have the exact same conversation with the hostess across the street. Unfortunately, this restaurant was even worse than the first one. They were charging $5.50 for four 5-inch pancakes. Not only were they more expensive, there was one pancake less! The outrage!
Scott hung his head in despair, “Isn’t there anywhere else we can go? This is your town. Where can we get good pancakes?”
I told him that the two restaurants we had already been at served perfectly good pancakes. I didn’t think there was anywhere we could go that would give us FREE pancakes, though. Since we were both hungry, I suggested we just pick the lesser of the two evil flapjack joints.
“So, you’re okay with paying those outrageous prices? I should have figured. Women have no idea how to economize,” he said.
Eventually, we ended up just going home and I made him pancakes from scratch. After all, we already had the milk.
