Last night I went to (besides the billiards hall) PJ’s Pancake House in Princeton. Six years ago, they had very descriptive foods on the menu, such as “Delicious Banana Pancakes.” Last night the menu said only “Banana Pancakes.” I asked the waitress if they were still delicious and maybe the menu was just being modest… she said they’re not delicious. She then said she was kidding, but after eating some I determined she was actually right. Ugggh. I guess that’s what happens when a place is burned down and is built back up… twice.
(Doobie used to say those banana pancakes should be called “Fucking Delicious” in the menu. Sad, sad times, these.)