Hey you! Yes, you. I saw you from across Paresky and I was wondering if you had any plans for breakfast. No worries of course, but I have a lot of empty seats at the table where I put my bag down, if you wanted to join.
What’s that you say? You’ll hang out with me for a second? Wow, that’s really sweet of you. Oh my goodness, am I blushing? I think I’m blushing. I’m so silly. Let’s go get some food. I actually checked WSO this morning to see what they’re serving here and I saw they have the Banana Bonanza Pancakes. Have you ever had one? You haven’t?! You gotta try them. They’ll change your life. Here, I’ll take one for us to… share. Well, you know what they say, “sharing is caring.” Oh god, I can feel my face getting all red. Aw, you don’t have to flatter me. I know I’m super flushed. I’m gonna grab some syrup, in case we want some for the pancake.
Hey, so I was thinking… If we’re sharing the pancake anyway… Why not have some fun with it? There’s this great movie. It’s called Lady and the Tramp and it’s a love story about two dogs. Anyway, there’s this scene in it where the two dogs go to an Italian restaurant. What did you ask? Oh yeah, it is a human Italian restaurant. So these two dogs have this huge plate of spaghetti and meatballs in front of them. They, like, push the meatballs around with their noses, and then they both end up eating the same strand of spaghetti. It’s super cute. They’re both enjoying the delicious spaghetti when their mouths suddenly meet in the middle of the strand.
Now, pancakes and spaghetti are not the same thing—I know that much. But, hey! I’ll take what I can get. It’s about time someone recreates this classic piece of cinema. Sure, as soon as we bite into the pancake, it’ll fall on the plate. That just means we’re gonna have to try a few goes at it! Wow, imagine if Mr. Whitman himself could see this event: a love story unfolding because of his very own Banana Bonanza Pancakes! What would he say? Actually… I have another idea, too, while we’re at it. Since the two dogs push around the meatballs with their noses, I was thinking we could… push around the melon on your plate. No pressure, of course. I understand if you don’t want melon juice on your nose before your Oceanography class.
Oh… you have to go? I guess the ocean calls! Aw, man—you didn’t get to try the pancake. You sure you don’t wanna have a bite together before you head out? Okay, I’ll see you very soon. I’m free all the time. Maybe we could go to Mission Pasta Bowl Night later…