I ate at IHOP this morning. I wanted a couple of poached eggs and did not want to make them myself.  When I walked in,  I saw that Eggs Benedict with hash browns and sausage was the blackboard special.

Maybe IHOP has changed up their menu? I never think of it as a breakfast destination for a gourmand. I need not have wondered.  Restaurants may come and go, but IHOP holds fast to a bottomless coffee pot and huge portions.

I ignore the parade of pancake stacks topped with syrupy blue or red fruit filling crowned with a huge wave of whipped cream, and order the Two Egg Quickie.

The eggs are perfectly poached and paired with my choice of meat and toast.

The waitress told me I had made a great choice, she “loves the poached eggs here.” When I left she said, “Have a good day. Kid. Stay out of trouble.”