Friends, the story I tell you today is one of tragedy, betrayal, and waste. It is one of a dream gone awry, and of innocents made to pay for the death of that dream. But it is during the blackest of nights that stars shine the brightest; it is embedded in the darkest coal that we find diamonds in the rough. The IHOP on Kildaire Road is one of those diamonds; it is one such star.
Before we delve into our tale, I will give you the TL;DR. I screwed up massivley; they were fantastic about the whole thing; they get five stars for incredible customer service.
For those with the gall to to take a look, we shall begin. I am a leader for a club at my high school. There have been some tough times on the team recently, and the community has become a bit disconnected from itself, as tends to happens with large organizations. Anyone with experience knows that the best glue for these kind of fractures is pancakes. So, hoping to cement our team with sugary goodness, I sent out a survey to our seventy-ish members asking if they'd be interested in hitting up IHOP for dinner in early April.
About thirty people said they wanted to go, so we were off to a great start. Excited, I call up the IHOP. I know that thirty people arriving at once to a breakfast oriented restaurant at night tends to disrupt the natural flow of eggs and bacon, so I let them know that we'll be expecting between twenty and thirty people for that night. The woman on the phone is very nice and courteous and gets us scheduled right away. Pleased with myself, I send a reminder to the team and move on.
A few days before the night in question I send out another reminder email to the team. This time only seven or eight people respond in affirmation, but in my nervous optimism I chalk it up to people not seeing an email sent close to a weekend. I email a reminder to a few people who had said yes earlier, but largely put my apprehensions aside.
You can see where I'm going with this, right? Day comes, the other leader and I arrive, and there are two other people from our club waiting.
Fuck.
We wait a bit longer, and only three more people show up. The entire time the waiters are pretty incredulous. We keep offering to order, but they keep politely asking to wait till the other guests arrive. Despite their surprise at the abysmal quality of our planning they are extremely nice and funny. I honestly think they realized how shitty we felt about it and were being extra nice on purpose. They certainly made me feel better regardless.
After some wrangling on the phone, we got eleven people there total; a far cry from the twenty to thirty I had told them to expect. We eventually order, the waiters as nice and funny as they had ever been. The food comes extremely quickly (probably because they over-stocked the kitchen in preparation for our depressing dinner party) and we set in.
I had the tres-leches pancakes. Good shit. I tried all four of IHOP's syrups on them, but decided I liked the sauce that came with the pancakes the best. I also got a side of hash browns. Good shit. I like the classic syrup drizzled on top of them, but I expect to be evicted from the forums of the internet for that opinion.
At some point through the meal, a woman who I think was the manager started clearing the place mats and glasses set out at the tables that were never filled. I could tell she was unhappy, but she wasn't doing it to make us uncomfortable. In fact, never once through ought the entire experience did anyone try to make us feel bad or reprimand us. She was just a hard working person who had been put in a bad position due to some kids. If you're reading this now: I apologize.
Just in case she doesn't have the hours required to read this never ending post, I left a note on a napkin apologizing in much the same fashion. I also got everyone to tip + order an obscene amount to try to make up for losses (and paid them back later if they wanted). That doesn't relate to the IHOP, more to me not wanting y'all to detest me. God, how important are these white walls behind which silent faces judge!
Speaking of my reputation as a Yelper, some of you might be wondering if my goal with this post is vindication or an attempt at paying back the location. I'll be honest with you, oh silent faces: it kind of is. However, that is not to say that their five stars are not deserved. I've written such a long post because a) for some sick reason I enjoy it (check out my post about the Dollar Tree on Glenwood Avenue for more) and b) I wanted to explain the context which makes this restaurant especially deserving of praise and attention.
What makes this place stand out is how great the servers are; honestly, the food is just a plus (though a big one, I might add). If you're looking for a yummy night out and some good times, I'd recommend you give it a try. read more