SCOTTY, PASS THE SYRUP

The other day, I sat down to breakfast at the local IHOP with the Minyan Boyz. Irwin the Paintner was buying, as is the tradition when one is celebrating a birthday or observing a Yahrzeit: in this case, his birthday. And this is what was delivered unto me:


Your typical IHOP breakfast.

Eggs, turkey sausage, a short stack.  Tasty looking, sure. But, somehow, its familiar appearance reminded me of something that was Not Breakfasty. Then I remembered...


“Officer Sulu, please take us out... syrup factor 3!” 

By George... it was the Starship Enterprise!