I don’t follow Lenten traditions, but I do like pancakes. So I decided to get pancakes for lunch, and arbitrarily went to one of two places at a nearby intersection.
I ordered my combo plate and answered “sourdough” when they asked what kind of bread I wanted.
The plate showed up, and I was served two eggs over medium, bacon, some really unappealing hash browns, and two slices of sourdough toast.
That’s when I realized: when they asked about bread, they were including pancakes in the option.
But they brought me what I’d asked them to, so I ate some of it and then went across the street to the other place, where I went with the full-on decadent version of pancakes.
Fat Tuesday, indeed.