People Deserve Delicious Pancakes

There are certain things Belle Star makes pretty well. She can make eggs in several different styles. Her omelettes are more than adequate. She understands over-easy.

Her home fries are great. She takes her time, and gets them nice and crispy.

Her French toast is a personal favorite. She uses Italian bread from a local bakery. It drives her nuts when I call it "Texas toast".

But her pancakes are terrible. Shouldn't every diner have decent pancakes? If a regular hears someone who doesn't know better considering to order pancakes, they wait until Belle Star is out of earshot and talk up the French toast.

This morning, I worked up the courage to say something to her about it. Did she know they were bad? Would she be interested in changing? My new motto, I've decided, is:

Curt Jimenez, nothing to lose. You only live once!!

So why accept the discomfort everyone feels with respect to anything pancakey at Belle Star's diner? Why not do something about it?

I waited until someone said something nice to Belle Star. A regular named Bert always tells Belle she is "looking fine". After that ritual took place, I sidled up next to her and smiled.

"Where'd you learn how to make your pancakes, Belle?" I asked her, as nicely as I could.

She was holding a fork.

"How do you think this would feel shoved up your a**hole, Curt?" she responded.

They're not sweet enough, not salty enough. The syrup she keeps on hand is horrible too.

I'm not going to push it today. This is an important matter, and it needs resolution. I will devise a plan.

This will be my new crusade.