by Ian Froeb
I don't doubt there is a circle of Hell reserved for restaurant critics, and I'm reasonably certain it looks like the long stretch of Chesterfield Airport Road at the Boone's Crossing interchange of Highway 40. We'd be forced to waddle from chain restaurant to chain restaurant, condemned to an eternity of sizzling steak platters, all-you-can-eat homestyle buffets and neverending pasta at the Olive Garden. If we fell behind -- or if we dared ask for our ranch dressing on the side -- ogres that spoke in Rachael Ray's husky chirp would prod us in the ass with pitchforks made from prosciutto di Parma.
This week, for a change of pace, I visit The Original Pancake House. Check back here tomorrow to see what I think.