So this morning we took a wander into nostalgia and went to the local IHOP for pancakes. We used to do this regularly when we previously came to Florida. The restaurant is it’s usual cheap and tacky delightful place complete with a new fragrant air of urine (apparently the carpet has just been washed and that’s the clean smell!). So, what to eat? Gotta be pancakes. Mr Fogg went for the buttermilk stack of 5. A healthy option apparently since if is served with Sugar Free syrup- and still the Americans don’t get irony!

Me- I pushed the boat (and the waistline) out with two large ones smothered in strawberry syrup and cream. Yum.

Can’t hang around now got a sugar rush so it’s off to play crazy golf on a pirate ship. Of course this is Florida so crazy really means crazy.