So, for the other complaints, he’d whipped up a simple pancake batter and served those. The customers hadn’t dared complain again, but he’d noticed the plates came back with plenty of pancake left on them. Apparently, they weren’t up to Dream Harbor standards either. Which was insane. They were just pancakes! Archer could make them a souffle with his eyes closed if they wanted, but somehow a simple recipe of flour, baking soda, eggs and milk wasn’t good enough for them?
Sorry man, but you can't elevate stupid. Pull out a box of Bisquik and a bottle of Aunt Jemima and be done with it
