Our press review of San Francisco has been pretty exciting and wonderful so far, but it hasn’t been 100% perfect. Some times I feel like a foreigner in this crazy, out of place and alien town, so it’s nice when I can find a taste of home. Such a taste has taken me back to my days back home at IHOP, and I couldn’t be more pleased to be buried beneath a stack of hotcakes.
This crazy town of San Francisco is so very different from our home town of Seattle in so many ways. Sure, they share a nearly identical climate and culture, as well as similar histories, heritages and commercial, manufacturing and business bases, as well as awfully similar restaurants and attractions, but they’re still very different.
One big difference is that in San Francisco, tourists stay in hotels, while in Seattle, residents live in homes. Isn’t that strange? Another big difference is that in our home of Seattle we spend most of our days at home, while in San Francisco, tourists spend most of their days sightseeing the local attractions. Isn’t that something?
So at the end of the day it’s nice to find something akin to home, a taste of the familiar as it were. In my case, this is IHOP. We love the place, and not just because they lavish fat stacks of hot buttered pancakes upon us, but because they do so with a thick topping of assorted sugars, and put even more of the sugars on the table in the form of jams, syrups, and even outright packets of the stuff.
We like IHOP back home, but as I’ve come to learn, we like it even more on the road. Besides, where else can you dine in one of America’s most expensive and fancypants markets without busting your budget?
Oh, and for the record, there were no pants of any sort of fanciness at IHOP, just the regular kind. See what I mean? Truly, dear reader, this place is a taste of home.