As most ladies would agree, I prefer my hair to be on my head, not on my eggs. I find this particular IHOP has an odd scent; it's one I'm familiar with. You see, in 2000, I worked at IHOP as a junior in high school. The smell I recall was the unclean kitchen sneaking out to the front of the building featuring floors mopped with a dirty mop and syrupy messes. I won't go into detail because I was still a hungry track and field athlete working more for the corn-beef hash omelette than the pay. After the last time I found hair in my food, I haven't returned. The servers are always friendly. They're always speedy, and the price is always right. I just can't get with the inconsistency with the food. It's really hit or miss there. I'd prefer Bob Evans. Those pancakes always hit the spot, and I haven't had any run-ins with anyone's stray strands.
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