Last night, Ian and I were in the mood for something gourmet, so we hopped on the Metro and journeyed all the way out in Virginia to the Ballston stop where we went to The International House of Pancakes. It's a much smaller store than I'm used to seeing out in the heartland of the country, but it was still a typical IHOP experience. We walked across the street from the station to IHOP in a light, misty rain.
Ian had never before been to an IHOP. It was taking him a while to peruse the menu and take it all it, so while he was still deciding, we had the waitress bring us an appetizer sampler. The sampler, all fried, included some good onion rings; long, thin mozzarella sticks; and chicken fingers, with both marinara and honey-mustard sauces on the side.
Once we ordered, I got the country-fried steak with sausage gravy, French fries, and steamed broccoli. Ian got a platter with big cinnamon rolls sliced and turned into French toast and accompanied by both scrambled eggs and fried potatoes.
And I loved Ian's reaction to IHOP. He was enthralled! I'm sure we'll be back soon.
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