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May The Flapjack Be With You — FREE Pancakes at IHOP

Updated: Mar 01, 2011 01:07
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I have always had a fondness for the International House of Pancakes.  I said this to a friend in passing one time and he informed me it was because I’m of English heritage.  According to him, every Englishman he knows enjoys the occasional stop at the worldly griddle shack.

I think it is more to do with the fact that as a child, I was a pig and pancakes were something I could eat in great quantity to the point of starchy nausea.  The one that would make my eyes twinkle with gluttonous glee the most was the diabetes-inducing, chocolate smiley-face pancake that only IHOP could provide.  Needless to say my parents kept me far away from the franchise as much as possible.

Although my ability to gorge the dense confections has waned in adulthood I am, nonetheless, warmed by the corporation’s annual “gift” to the masses this Tuesday, March 1st — National Pancake Day.  Wait, shouldn’t that be International?

At any rate, IHOP will be offering the hoi polloi a complimentary short stack of pancakes in honour of the auspicious day.  The only request they submit is that you leave something behind to go to Children’s Miracle Network Hospitals in return.  For the sake of the poor waiters that schlep platters in the land of eternal breakfast, you might want to consider ordering a side of something else and leaving a tip as well.

May the flapjacks be with you.

International House of Pancakes 200 Beach St. (@ Powell) [Fisherman’s Wharf/Embarcadero] SF & 2299 Lombard St. (@ Pierce) [Marina] SF
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Stephen's early years were spent in a boxcar overlooking downtown Los Angeles. From there he moved around the state with his family before settling under the warm blanket of smog that covers suburban Southern California. Moving around led to his inability to stay in one place for very long, but San Francisco has been reeling him back in with its siren song since 1999.
By trade he pours booze, but likes to think he can write and does so occasionally for the SF Bay Guardian, Bold Italic and 7x7. He also likes to enjoy time spent in old eateries, bars and businesses that, by most standards, would have been condemned a long time ago.