This stack of pancakes in front of me reminds me of a ghost story.

See, there was this boy who lived on the west coast of the States, in a chilly coastal town. And this boy went to a diner with his newspaper, and ordered a really late breakfast. He devoured his stack of pancakes and his side of home fries, and they were pretty much delicious. But the ghosts of these pancakes and home fries were troubled, and never moved on to the Other Side, which is pretty fucking scary.

Legend has it that, if you sit at the counter in this Polk Street diner and order a short stack of pancakes and a side of home fries, you can hear their plaintive wailings. Which are completely unintelligible, because pancakes and home fries don’t have mouths when they’re alive. The locals say, even now, the pancake and home fries ghosts are just as delicious as when they were alive.

oooOOOOOOooooooOOO HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODYYYY ooooOOOOooooOOOO