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My most memorable experience in a New York restaurant was going to for
breakfast at the West Side’s Royal Canadian House of Pancakes, during
my college days. I had a friend's testimony that the 'cakes there were
"big ... no, really big." That sounded good to me! And since we were
there for the pancakes, naturally my friend Saul and I wanted to order
the "Royal Canadian Special," a stack of 3 pancakes. When I ordered,
the waitress and I exchanged this dialogue: These pancakes are big ... They’re each an inch thick and this wide. [Spreading motion with arms.] Good! I'm hungry! No, I mean, we're talking about fifteen pounds of pancakes here. I wimped out, but Saul took the plunge. They had to be carried in by two people; the entire restaurant watched as the staff set the plate down in front of us. You should have seen the look on Saul's face! When he finally recovered enough to speak, he said, "I think this is one of those moments I'm never going to forget." As it turned out, he couldn't even eat a fourth of the top pancake. We got them wrapped up and headed across Central Park to the Met. They made us check in our bags, including, of course, Saul's 15-pound package. This is the conversation we had there: Bag check man: Wait, this package is warm! ... Could I ask what's inside here? Saul: Would you believe, fifteen pounds of pancakes? Bag check man: I've seen weirder, but this is right up there. [ Next page ]
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