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Hap must not love me any more - he proposed to take me to
Denny's, and on further inquiry it turned out he was completely
serious about this. I thought of being a good sport but decided
to fuss, so we went a bit farther down the road to MaryMary, at
least an indie offering a chance of real food.

Annie had biscuits and gravy, a goodly portion; I tasted the
gravy and found it very like what I had had most recently at
the Sheraton Anchorage - very sagey but quite good, plenty of
sausage and made with real butter. I've noted before that the
very best sausage gravy I've had was many years ago at the
Sheraton Anchorage, but more recently it has gone from what
appeared to be handmade to a very good commercial product, and 
I wouldn't kick it out of my mouth. The similarity between the
two make me suspicious that Sysco has a premium sausage gravy
product. Speaking of which, the honey on the tables is from
Sysco, which made Hap automatically suspicious about it, so
both Anne and I tasted it: it was real honey, and pretty
decent. I guess bees can do good work even if they're working
for a Texas conglomerate.

Hap's 5-egg ham and cheese omelet was less gigantic than I
thought it would be, but it was certainly overflowing with
at least a quarter pound of ham. What made the plate was the
giant mound of home fries, which were great if you like home
fries.

I was happy to see nonbreakfasty items on the menu and chose
the Kirk burger, which comes with grilled onions, jalapenos (I 
asked for and got extra), jack cheese (turned out to be pepper 
jack, the only edible kind), and the usual mayo, lettuce, tomato,
and pickle slices. It was about a 5-oz patty done well well but
not bad for that. The pepper slices had been grilled with the
onions, yielding a strange sour caramelized mess that was strangely
appealing. I thought it a little skimpy, but again the bulk was
made up with maybe 3/4 lb of seasoned curly fries. The waitress
asked if I wanted ranch with that, and I said huh? Annie informed
me that it was the northwest custom to dip fries in ranch dressing,
and that it was good (the waitress concurred heartily), so okay,
I got a cup. I didn't particularly care for it, perhaps because
the ranch dressing that they serve has a lot of dill in it.

I did get one interesting taste here - Smucker's sugarless grape 
jelly. Gosh, that's nasty. Think solidified Crystal Light only
not as good.

The bill was surprisingly small, even smaller because Hap paid it.

Turns out Hap and Annie actually like Denny's, go figure.
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The place I referred to is called Shakabrah Java, and it's maybe a 
tenth of a mile off in distance but miles ahead in quality and 
experience.

The Lighter Side is one pancake and one egg, but Hap warned me about
the pancake. He said it was bigger than the plate. He didn't say how
much bigger - it overhung the dinner plate and was heavier than it
as well, being 2/3 or 3/4" thick in the middle. Not that it was a
sinker or anything like that - it was quite fluffy and delicious,
just really big. It came with a butter pat and a dusting of powdered
sugar and a jug of pretty ordinary syrup (some minor maple component).

One egg over easy, not enormous but also not the midget things that
seem to be common in this city.

With this I got a side of sausage gravy, which Hap said was good. It was
in fact pretty tasty but had a sort of healthy aspect, as though it had
been made with skim milk.

Hap's hash and eggs were sort of as I recalled them - a pile of "shaka
potatoes" - spiced and with minced vegetables with a fair amount of
pretty good but too lean corned beef blopped on top. Eggs over easy.
A good-size plate of food, far more generous than that offered by the
place down the street, and good tasting as well.

A Mac & Jack's Serengeti wheat beer for me. Not as weird-tasting as
most wheat beers, and actually somewhat appealing.
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