our first vacation together began with jamie making the 12 hour trip, to myrtle beach, with his mama (moniebird) and her friend glenna in tow. driving half~way, moniebird wants pancakes for breakfast. they stop at waffle house, the home of cheese grits (?). yes. cheese grits. does anyone ever really order waffles at the waffle house? thus begins the conversation: why can't you get pancakes at the waffle house? a waffle house has griddles. they have batter. they have spatulas. they could easily make a customer a pancake. they won't. jamie's argument? "duh doy! it's a WAFFLE house!". he tells me about the conversation at lunch. "can you believe them?" me "ummmmm...why can't you get pancakes at a waffle house?" j "again...it's a WAFFLE house! if you want pancakes, go to a pancake house!" me "but...you can get waffles at a pancake house?". jamie rolls his eyes.
FLASH FORWARD march 2011
although this argument is one we have fun with on a regular basis, we never test the theory out: can you get waffles at a pancake house? i'm certain you can. as a matter of fact, i'm almost 45000% positive i've done it. the discussion comes up again on a househunting trip to charlotte. we see a sign for the international house of pancakes. jamie thinks he'll end one debate right here. he does. they serve waffles at ihop.
one mystery still remains. WHY DON'T THEY SELL PANCAKES AT THE WAFFLE HOUSE?
it's national waffle day. why not try one? from a pancake house.
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