February 2nd, 2012

  • roybot

a city of syrup-encrusted lard rinds

we entered the international house of pancakes, against my better judgement. porkhat 54 had demanded a triple-stack with a side of lardon, so in we went.

the entire place was coated in a thin residue of syrup. the waitress showed us to a booth, and my ass immediately formed an epoxy bond to the plastic. there was a tray on the table with crusty syrup dispensers, bearing descriptions that utterly terrified me: burberry. butterscotch. fancybrine.

and their lardon was fucking shit, too.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker