IHOP In Miami, Florida

Monday, December 8th, 2008

Since I was a little beast I would eat at IHOP while on holiday with my family. My earliest recollection of a family vacation involves eating at an IHOP. I would have a Patty Melt for breakfast because I thought eating eggs would give me a stomach ache. My burgers for breakfast trend started back then in Kissimmee, Florida and still continues to this day when I go to Cracker Barrel.

There was also a five year period where I would take my grandfather to IHOP on Thursday mornings so he could have the International Omelette (an Omelette with at least how I remember it, salsa all over it). I don’t even think it’s on the menu any longer. I would have the Country Omelette (with Ham, Cheese, Onions, Hash Browns and a scoop of Sour Cream).

"The Sampler"

At some point during the 5 year stretch, I got tired of the Country Omelette and switched over to the Monster Cheeseburger (2 burger patties with slices of American and Provolone cheeses on a Romano Parmesan bun).

I was at IHOP a few late nights ago with a crew that included my wife Marcela and some friends. As usual or for the first time (I couldn’t help but throw in a Birdcage reference) I got the Monster Cheeseburger.

Monster Burger w/Fries

Something that never really disappoints me but I don’t expect too much at places like IHOP and Denny’s when it comes to burgers . IHOP can be really hit and miss, and depending on who you go with and at what time decides how good of an experience you’re going to have (and how many cups of coffee).

Cup of Joe at IHOP

I’ve always felt that if you went to an IHOP after dinner time, you would be asking to run across people not fit to be seen in general human population. This is mainly referring to the staff, they’re like characters from a David Lynch film (excluding Special Agent Dale Cooper who everyone loves). I mean, where do these people hide during the day? And when you recall the night’s events they seem to take place in slow motion or black & white. Which might not make too bad of photo book, or an Anton Corbijn video.