"I woke up today and had breakfast at the INTERNATIONAL House of Pancakes. Because when you walk into the place you're just overwhelmed by that distinct worldwide feel. I had trouble with the complex "international" menu as it were, so I decided on the Flapjack d'Jour. My syrup steward helped me with the selection; I chose a pretty dry maple. It was busy, but never precocious... You know I find it hard to believe that these places are "international." I mean, if you're on the Champs Elysees, are you really going to eat at this {cuss}-hole? Just imagine some austere French captain lean over and say, "Pardon me monsieur, but is that the sausage link or patty?" Oh, what the hell- I feel gigi- let's say link. For the first time in my life, {dangit}, I am alive!"
- Dennis Miller, in a rant a long time ago