Well, a few of you may remember when I wrote about my last (and by last, I mean previous and final) trip to IHOP. Feel free to refresh your memory here. In case you haven't got time for the full recap, let me just say that my eggs were undercooked like they were trying to poison me, they're always out of something, and some of the other customers are just plain odd.
Yesterday, someone that I do not know commented on that little story. In and of itself, that's great because I like to know that people read my mind diarrhea. Here's what the new comment says:
I have been going to IHOP since I was a little girl. Every Sunday after church, and after important high school events, the place to be was IHOP. I have never been able to impersonate their pancakes, no matter how hard I try. Now as the mother of three, IHOP had been the place where as a treat, we bring our children, for some good food, and a good time. As your slogan says, “Come hungry, Leave happy”.
I was a bit taken aback by this one. Okay that you’ve been going to IHOP forever, probably the same way that I’ve been going to the much better Eat ‘N Park forever, or at least until I moved out of the Pittsburgh area. Okay that you can’t make their pancakes at home. Hey, three kids…good for you. But as MY slogan says?!?!? Oh no. Not my slogan. I have nothing to do with the creation of that slogan especially as it is a lie. Maybe “Come hungry, leave unsatisfied but bloated anyways” would be the slogan if I had written it.
And who, pray tell, left this comment? The mysterious Mrs. W, who created a blog yesterday simply to tell me about how great she thinks IHOP is. I’m no dummy. I know that anyone out there can read a post that I leave public, but I just find this to be strange. Strange like some poor soul in Pancake Central has to go around scouring the internet to find blogs where people talk crap about Big IHOP.
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s just one big co-inky-dink. But maybe I’m right. Maybe Big Brother Full of Pancakes is watching. Maybe if I send Mrs. W my address, I’ll magically receive something from IHOP in the mail (as if I’d send my address to a stranger I think is connected to the Minions of the Breakfast Devil). Certainly I think that the comment was a little odd.
What do you think?