Placement, coffee and a certain amount of anonymity are my standard for a good writing spot.
It didn't, not really. IHOP, or for those unenlightened, the International House of Pancakes, has not changed my life on a macro-level. But the place sure cheered me up today. Let me just begin by saying that a San Antonio IHOP on a Saturday morning is no easy place to enter. Usually, there are people lined up outside the doors, along the always-too-small waiting area and clustered throughout the middle, making it difficult to approach the hostess and provide one's name. But, if one is willing to persevere, to push and shove her way to that small wooden shrine that holds future diners last names, she will be rewarded with a managable "Ten minutes or less" wait. Let me tell you, if you're a party of two, it will be less than ten minutes!
[ Musical Chairs just got it's 50th review on Amazon!!!]