Since my friend Ian was in town and staying with us, he, Laurent, and I went to the IHOP in Ballston. Now, ever since I introduced Ian to IHOP in October 2006, other than that first visit of ours, every single time we've gone to IHOP, Ian has ordered the chicken strips dinner. Every time. And that's what he did last night.
But they were out of chicken strips.
Ian was stunned. He didn't know what to do.
After thumbing through the menu over and over and over in a state of disbelief, he ended up ordered the components of a chicken strips dinner à la carte: Caesar salad with no dressing, French fries, green beans. He substituted a basket of cheese straws for the chicken.
Laurent had a big super stacker Philly cheesesteak sandwich with French fries. He ordered it with onion rings; they never came. We were just happy to get it, though, since for some reason, his order didn't get processed with the other food, and Ian and I were done eating by the time he got his food.
I had the new ham and egg melt, slices of ham, scrambled eggs, and melted cheese on thick toast, with a side of fries. The sandwich was pretty good.
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