Thursday: We left the house about 10am. I know right? Slow start but time means nothing in retirement world. While paused at a stop light, we noticed a large sign across the road that said ” Pancake House”. Neither of us had eaten and Pickleball was at noon, so why not pop in for a late breakfast?
We pulled across the street but while exiting the truck, I glanced up at the sign on the side of the building and was confronted by this…
I don’t mind telling you that it gave me pause. I was practically made of question right then… wait! What type of business is this? Is this a diner or a strip club? Do they serve pancakes at strip clubs? Would I actually want to put the food into my mouth in a strip club? ( I’m already making a face) If it’s a diner, do the waitresses have clothes on? ( refer back to eating the food and face making ) OMG! What if the food is cooked by a hairy naked guy! Clay’s laughing hysterically and practically dragging me to the door!
Upon entering ( to our relief ) we found it to be not only a diner but curiously, all the waitresses were about my moms age and thankfully, fully dressed! We sat up at the counter where I could keep a keen eye on the cooks just for good measure though.
We both ordered the pancake special and when it arrived, we couldn’t believe our eyes! The pancakes were as big as the tires on my car! I invisioned playing pickleball with a few toilet hugging intermissions.
If there’s one thing I can say about the restaurants here at the Lake Of The Ozarks, it’s that you will not leave hungry….well, 2 things, you’d better join a gym because wearing sweat pants and a hoodie swimming sucks.
To be continued….