IHOP — Restaurant in Denver

Note: I'm a red head w long hair!..

Ok so as I went to pick up some eggs I see a short BLACK Hair underneath them and obviously was a bit caught off guard and a bit more grossed out~ so I stop eating and the managers attention as he walks past our table.. well his response was , "that doesn't belong to anyone here!" (Mind you I'm looking up at a man who LITERALLY has the exact length and color of hair that's sitting on my plate on his head AND his beard /facial hair could also be a perfect match to the hair in my food so I just looked at him confused like PLEASE tell me you're joking right now!?? I then pointed out how it VERY obviously didn't come from my head yet it came from somewhere!! (Which I also HIGHLY doubt that there weren't more cooks in the back whose hair matched that description also! Like srsly man, gimme a break! Own your mistakes for Crying out loud!!-- I honestly wouldn't be surprised if ALL of the cooks indeed had SHORT BLACK hair!!!!🤨 💭😳💯🙄😮‍💨Lol) JUST SAYIN!!🤷🏼‍♀️ ANYWAY, you wanna know what this manager offered to do about this?? He says, "FINE! I'LL TAKE THE EGGS OFF YOUR CHECK!!"😳🤨🫨🤯🤯 LIKE OK YA RIGHT! AND I'LL JUST GO AHEAD AND CONTINUE TO EAT OFF OF THIS DIRTY PLATE , AROUND THE HAIRY EGGS, THANKS PAL!!! 🤯🤡☠️🫥🤢😷 SO he does me a solid and takes off THE $4 EGGS FROM MY $20 MEAL THAT I DIDN'T GET TO HARDLY EAT ANY OF! !🤦🏼‍♀️ Awesome! 👍🏼..( maybe if he know I'm in the top 5% of Google food reviews he would have ACTUALLY come something to make that right!? What do you think? Lol. #Airball!!! Oh BUT WAIT!! that's not even the worst part, the worst of it was YET TO COME!!.. SO AFTER all that defiance and refusing to take responsibility for an incident which very likely was obviously just an accident, and instead trying to make me feel as though he was somehow confusingly accusing ME of the leaving the hairs, (remember I'm a long haired red head) I'm just sitting there a bit annoyed, fidgeting and looking at my food pretty much in disgust and just fully unpleased & dissatisfied w my experience that was about to cost me $70.. (oops correction, $66 after taking off the hairy eggs special!) but I'm kinda just mugging my plate, and pushing the food around with a fork out of bordem as I waited to get the heck outta there! -- and what do you know??!! I EXPOSE YET ANOTHER FREAKING HAIR LAYING CONTENTLY RIGHT THERE ON MY PLATE UNDER MORE FOOD!!! 💭🚧🤯🤢🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️☠️ I JUST CAN'T EVEN! !!🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️😡🚨SAVE YOUR $$💯✅⚠️DONT GO EAT THERE! UNLESS you like hairy eggs & RIDICULOUS SERVICE of course!!! 🤷🏼‍♀️😬🫣 I don't judge! 😬😜 (THE PROOF IS IN THE PUDDING!!!) *Reference...

I just had a “magical” time traveling experience while attempting to dine at the oh so illustrious International House of Pancakes. I am of a mixed racial background and also suffer from what you might call a lack of financial independence or bliss. However I am a respectful and considerate human being who is not always able to comprehend the world we are living in and experiencing on a daily basis. As I mentioned above I am not enjoying financial windfall or tantric financial-sutra but today I realized I was doing pretty good and on a whim went looking for one of my best friends who I haven’t seen for a while, he is homeless and so finding him can be difficult, but today the stars aligned and I found him in my own personal best of least than an hour. Beings this is a legal recreational state I wanted to treat my mate to a good joint and a good breakfast. We managed to hit the first faze of the plan out of the park but as is life we hit a most ridiculous snag when we attempted to finish the mission. Upon arriving at the IHOP I was overjoyed because they appeared to be practically empty thus I foolishly fancied we would be stuffing our faces in short order. We arrived at the same time as another early morning pancake craver in his early 60s late 50s but as it was dead I wasn’t worried about bum rushing the host. This is where the story takes an insidious twist, when I approached the host and asked him for a table for two he looked at me and then looked at my friend and said “Let me ask my manager.” Ask him what? Where he wants us placed so that all the other non existent customers won’t be bothered by our presence? I was still managing to keep my professional face on and gave him my most magnanimous and polite “of course” good servant I would hate for you to incur the wrath of your liege lord we he doth hear you have allowed a negro and his popper to darken the blissful atmosphere you have so carefully worked to create here. After approximately 20 minutes he returned and informed us that his most generous and patient manager would allow us to order food to go but alas we would not be permitted to dine within the establishment. That is correct my dear friends our money was good enough to take but our money was not enough to allow us to eat in a normal fashion we due to skin and class would have to wait the vestibule for our order and then leave post haste lest they lose any of the money that was so eagerly queuing up for the early...

Because I have been working an inordinate amount of time lately, I have rarely had the time to cook anything at home. This, in and of itself is not a bad thing, as my culinary expertise consists mainly of nuking it till it glows, then eating it in the dark. It was this reluctance to do battle with my microwave, that I sought out something with a little more substance for breakfast than a glow in the dark sausage patty. And, as luck would have it, I happened to stop by one of the recognizable restaurants in the country when it comes to serving breakfast anytime day or night, I-Hop. It's more formal name is the International House of Pancakes, and the location on Colorado Blvd. just off I-25 was just the place to satisfy my breakfast Jones. I had no problem getting seated even though the place was fairly busy, and the Manager had a menu and coffee served up immediately. As I hadn't been to an I-Hop in quite some time, I looked over the menu and finally decided on a Big Steak Omelette. They weren't kidding about the big on the menu. It came out looking just like the pic on the menu, and was absolutely delicious. The server's name was 1026, which I thought a bit unusual, but upon closer examination of the ticket, I saw his name was Alejandr. (I really do need to get my eyes checked) The omelette came with three buttermilk pancakes, also delicious, and by the time I was finished, all I could think about was a nap, a post bedtime recovery as it were. Needless to say, I was quite happy with my I-Hop experience, and to the Manager and staff I say Bravo Zulu on a job well done. If I may offer up just one suggestion. Could you please put the pancakes on a plate slightly larger than the pancakes themselves? It would help in trying not to get syrup all over the table when trying to eat...