After an incredible 3 AM adoration visit at St Judes, IHOP was beconing like an embassy of fluffy gluten goodness. My compatriots and I walked in to the quintessential experience of Americana - a true taste of what our founding fathers languished for. The smell of bacon and pancakes enveloped our noses as we were seated at our cozy booth. We eagerly chatted and laughed as we surveyed the menu - so many scrumptious options that we took 15 minutes to decide. When my Cinnastack® arrives, the taste was like a visit to a Mexican street vendor - the taste of churros enraptured my taste buds. Another member of my party ordered French toast - a slice of the revolution: liberte and democracy. Our stomachs satiated, we collected our receipts, paid, and exited this marvelous establishment, a truly international pancake experience!