After consuming what He declared was the best burger in
Australia (someone became something of a burger critic during his time in
America) last night and staggering back to the hotel to lie belly up like two pregnant
pups, it was something of a surprise to find that this morning we were slated
in for breakfast at Pancakes in Paradise. For those American readers the
closest comparison would be an IHOP, if you can imagine it with service slowed
down to a snail's pace. It was a surprise because well the meals are generous
in size and well, He was still rattling on about the burger. Actually He was
trying to work out if there was some way to squeeze in another one for lunch.
Anyway back to pancakes and waffles and eggs and bacon and
sausages and hash browns and toast and mushrooms and, and, and...
Well in fairness He had pancakes; chocolate ones smothered
in sauces and fruit and cream and chocolate chips and dusted generously with
icing sugar (just in case some member of the sugar family wasn't represented).
One small slave might have consumed the rest, minus the waffles, pancakes and
toast. The chilli fries last night were something of a gastronomic Russian
roulette without the adding of extra bullets at breakfast.
After that we hopped on the light rail to go to His
favourite gaming shop, where one tried to look interested as he hummed and harred
over this and that. It took hours; in fact it was lunch time by the time we
made it back to our end of town. Not that we were very hungry, in fact both of
us admitted to fancying something light. So one suggested we do a little Yum
Cha at a place one had spotted yesterday, when we went out for the lube that
was forgotten in yesterday's kerfuffle.
So off we scampered up the escalator where one's nose was
met by the most agreeable of smells... the nose never lies about food. And lo
we found the Nirvana of Yum Cha. It was fresh, it was delectable and they carried
an extensive menu. A menu might one add that a certain someone ordered from
most generously, considering He is the only one who can eat most of what was
ordered. He mowed through the offerings sighing and whimpering with pleasure.
A fact one was to remind Him of as he whined and whimpered
during the walk back to the hotel, made in an effort to stave off the sugar
rush that was threatening to put him in a carbohydrate coma.
See there was one tiny problem with all this gastronomic
excess...
We had reservations for dinner...
At the only place one actually wanted to dine in, in fact it
was the only thing one actually wanted to do while at the coast... the food is
that good.
So He did the only decent thing. He manned up and took one
out and tried not to look too distressed when a plate of oysters was plopped
down in front of him with great aplomb. And He only looked slightly bilious
when he thought one wasn't looking...
And one small slave is grateful for His courage in the face
of such adversity...
Of course that gratitude was somewhat mitigated later that
night when drifting off He asked, where's my pillow?
Under your head?
Not these ones, the black one He replied
There is no black one
Yes there was He insisted. I put it in the car. There were
two of them; yours and mine.
Um, there was no yours. There was one pillow and one doona
tucked up in a pillow case both of which are here.
So you didn't pack mine He confirmed
You didn't ask.
Mutters next time perhaps He will be a little less concerned
about which pair of red Converse to pack and respect the system :D
6 comments:
Ooof, it is making my stomach groan with sympathy and envy just thinking about it.
We have so many better pancake houses than IHOP. Original House of Pancakes for one, it is awesome! We don't have one in our town, but in Madison (1.5 hours) they do. That is a reasonable drive for good breakfast? Well maybe not. We go to Perkins instead- super cheap and pretty good.
As always, I really enjoy reading your posts. I especially love the final thoughts you add at the end of each post! :)
Nom, now I want pancakes! x_x
@ancilla_ksst Of course it's reasonable, we will be driving an hour and a half to the coast for hamburgers in the future. Mind you we have a slightly different perspective on driving around here... it takes that long to get to work in the mornings :)
@Amber Wolfe Pancakes...
Nom nom nom! Oops, I think I drooled. :P lol! xxoo
oh wow, now I'm hungry!
mind you, to me pancakes have to be with sugar and lemon juice... (i mean the eurpean crepe like sort that you roll up, not the american thick stacky sort, although they're good too.)
I love crepes. Especially with fruit filling. nom nom
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