I remember one time I went to IHOP, and made the mistake of ordering the chocolate chip pancakes. One would assume, as is custom with this household favorite, just normal buttermilk pancakes with a sprinkling of chocolate chips while on the griddle, adding that little bit of magical chocolate to the otherwise delicious pancake, resulting in a little cake of manna from heaven. Alas, it was not to be, America strikes again. What I recieved on my table was something resembling a triple layer cake assembled by a fourth grader. Three giant pancakes made with a pseudo-chocolate batter, each roughly the size of a hubcap, and covered in a hail of chocolate chips. This was then flooded with a river of chocolate syrup, and doused in enough whipped cream to resemble some sort of historical blizzard, or perhaps just Alaska. Then came the second wave of chocolate syrup, with a sprinkling of powdered sugar, for good measure. So I glance over at the syrup buffet to my right, and remember the old adage, "Somewhere, a kid in Africa is starving, and you're just going to throw all that food away." Lucky him, I think, and then I take a bite.