Shit On A Plate

Have you ever been in a new city and found a hole in the wall restaurant that has the best food you have ever eaten?  If you travel as much as I do, you can find that to be a frequent occurrence.  My friend, you notice how I never mention my friends names, and I were down south and came across a 24 hour pancake restaurant called Pile Of Pancakes.  We walked in the door and were sitting at a table when a tall humongous burley looking woman walked over and handed us the menu.  We told the large lady we would need a few minutes to look over it.  As she was walking away my friend whispered, “What's her name, Bertha?”  The lady, still walking, did not even turn around and said, “That's my name.”  My friend and I, with our eyes wide open, were laughing, holding the menus over our faces.  It is always the first rule when you go in a restaurant to eat, never piss off your server or cook.  When Bertha came back to our table, to take our order, my friend and I apologized.  Better safe than food poisoned!   While we were waiting on our food, I tried finding reviews about Pile Of Pancakes on my IPhone.  An older gentleman, in the booth behind us, heard my friend and I talking because we were getting nowhere on finding anything about the restaurant.  He told us to ask Bertha. She could tell us anything we wanted to know about Pile Of Pancakes.  Bertha brought the pancakes to our table and we ate them like they were going out of style.  They were the best damn pancakes I had ever eaten.  My friend and I ate so much, we had to sit there for a few minutes before we could stand up.  Bertha brought the check to our table and we asked her about the history of the restaurant.  She told us the pancakes are made from her recipe, and she owns the restaurant.  My friend and I were impressed.  Even though she looked like an off spring of Jobba The Hut, she knows how to run a business and run it right.  We could not help but ask her about the simple but blunt name she chose for her restaurant.  This is one of those situations where you are glad you ate first!  She told use the name was brought to life when her dog ate some of the raw pancake batter and could not quite defecating huge piles of what she called a Pile Of Pancakes. You know, that is one of those things you keep to yourself.  I thought the pancakes where unbelievable, but now every time I thought of the name, Pile Of Pancakes, I kept picturing them serving me a huge pile of shit on a plate.  Thank you Bertha!