The above is Spanish, in honor of Cinco DeMayo for “Somebody Looks Hungry”. I know, IHOP is not typically what you think when you think Cinco DeMayo, but I had joined IHOP’s email club and received an email for buy one get one free on an omelette with the purchase of two drinks and we also figured as it was not a Mexican place, it was less likely to be packed. although it was pretty busy when we got there around 8 pm.
I know, IHOP is not typically what you think when you think Cinco DeMayo, but I had joined IHOP’s email club and received an email for buy one get one free on an omelette with the purchase of two drinks and we also figured as it was not a Mexican place, it was less likely to be packed. although it was pretty busy when we got there around 8 pm.
I had the “Bacon Temptation Omelette” for $8.99, that had a White Cheddar sauce, Jack Sauce cheese, and bacon and topped with bacon and chopped tomato and served with salsa and one of a choice of side 4 sides (I chose hash browns – two of the other choices would have have cost extra.
Marv selected the Big Steak Omelette for $9.99 that was to have steak, hash browns mushrooms tomatoes and cheddar cheese (he opted to have his minus the onions and green peppers) served with salsa and one of 4 sides and he also picked hash browns. He did notice that menu showed the omelette was topped with mushrooms, but his was not and he asked if it was normal, and our waitress said it was.
As we were across the street from Fresh Thyme and Marv wanted to know why it was spelled Thyme and not Time. I told him Thyme is an herb…it was a play on words for branding and marketing. He still wanted to know why Thyme the herb was not spelled TIME the say way the measure of time was.
I reiterated my position of it having a different meaning/play on words/marketing & branding and as that was not sufficient, reminded him he has a “Smart Phone” that has Google and perhaps he should look it up. I knew this was another one of his tangents where he was curious about something and agitated that other were not equally inquisitive/obsessed. The other day he was annoyed that I didn’t want to go up the road to check out a cloud that he thought was swirling; we had just gotten Fazoli’s drive-thru and I had not eaten all day and getting home and eating was my priority. His curiosity is a dual edge sword of being a gift and a curse. It spurred him to want to tear things apart and see how they work and how to fix them and to always be learning, but it also sometimes spurs him to want to tear things apart and see how they work and getting frustrated if he can’t figure it out and not get something back together, like his parents brand new radio when he was a kid.
He didn’t have a lot of luck; one of the links took him to a 128-page thesis by the University of Berkley and he said it had a lot of big words that made no sense. Said it was probably was probably something funded by a government grant for $100,000 and not meant for us to understand.