Denny's, Washington, D.C.

A couple of years ago, I made the mistake of taking Ian to the IHOP in Ballston, the first time he'd ever been to an IHOP. Now, I have a hard time getting him to go anywhere else. Well, yesterday, he announced that he wanted to go to a Denny's. He'd never been to a Denny's before. (Remember, Ian is in line to the British throne (albeit distantly) and his father is a famous British punk rocker.....they aren't the type to go to or appreciate IHOP or Denny's.) So, we did the Internet search in quest of a local, Metro-accessible Denny's. And, lo and behold, we discovered one, way out at the eastern tip of D.C. across the street from the Benning Road Metro station.

Robert and I were already in the neighborhood doing our civic duty when Ian announced that was where we were going for dinner. So, alas, we went. And, as far as Denny's experiences go, it wasn't that bad and could have been a whole lot worse.

The daylight menu at Denny's is big. It took Ian a long time to look over it before he decided upon a Razzdango (Sprite with raspberry and mango) and a Moons over My Hammy without the ham. The "Moons" is a lot like the ham and egg melt he usually gets at IHOP. Robert got the Lumberjack Slam, a huge breakfast with eggs, bacon, sausage, a big slice of ham, hash browns, pancakes, and toast. I got the regular Grand Slam, plus some pancakes that Ian wanted me to get for him.




The food was all very tasty. I think the link sausage is better at IHOP, though, and Robert was distressed that his two slices of bacon appeared to be one slice torn in half. Otherwise, the food was fine.

Service started out great, but then deteriorated at the end. Ian had a hard time getting a refill on his drink. Robert and I both had little sides to our meals we had to remind the waiter to bring. It took a long time to get a check. Then, the waiter overcharged us, charging full price for two of the sides that came with the Slam breakfasts and should have been 99¢ each. We asked him to correct it, but when the ticket came back, he hadn't. Unfortunately, Ian was suddenly impatient to go and just threw his credit card at it and paid the bill, plus a bigger-than-it-should-have-been tip. Oh, well.