We went to IHOP for lunch on Saturday. This is hardly a diet joint—pancakes, people! But they have succumbed to the Leave No Fat Kids Behinds Behind or whatever our amusing leaders call their obesity drive.
Or, anti-obesity, I should say. I take it they are against it.
Although when you look at the WH menus of aged beef, brats, ice cream, cookies, buttered lobster (even for breakfast), and other delights, you have to wonder.
Anyhow—back to IHOP. They had squooshed in a ton of tiny type for calorie counts—trashing up the whole mess for people like me who can’t see well.
They had a slogan—SIMPLE and FIT. How can a food be fit? Fit to eat? Barely.
I didn’t order one of the Simple and FIT salads, though—I ordered the Fajita Salad, which used to come with a big yummy taco shell, ground beef, beans, salsa, sour cream, guacamole, etc.
Not any more, babies! Now—it’s rusty scraps of lettuce, a couple of Doritos, a chicken wad baked shoe-sole hard, and a dab of sour cream. I could get this drek at home! I had to ask for salsa…on a Mexican dish.
So-called Mexican.
Well, what do I expect from a pancake place anyhow?
Pretty soon they will have to rename the place International House of Politically Correct Slop.
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