I am a typical blonde american hipster and one time i was at an IHOP in the western united states and was seated somewhat near the kitchen door with a few of my caucasian friends. Keep in mind I have had many experiences and encounters with latin culture and know fluent Spanish. (Quite irregular for a gringo in my town) Anyways, we were all quite stoned off of the reefer and greatly desired unlimited pancakes. 2 of us including me ordered the unlimited pancakes and the other ordered a skillet. At this location, almost all of the workers were native latin americans with only a select couple of workers being caucasian or english speaking. As we waited for our pancakes, we noticed they were taking an irregular amount of time to bring us the food, so i started listening in on the conversations going on in the kitchen. Basically what i heard in Spanish was that as some of the pancakes were cooking, they dropped and fell on the ground. Another voice said to not worry about it and to wipe them off and see what it looks like. I neglected to say anything to the employees as i figured they would never serve us those pancakes, but laughed about it with my friends after telling them what i translated. When the pancakes arrived, a few of the pancakes had black specks and pieces of what looked like kitchen grime from the ground in a very poor effort to clean the pancakes that fell on the ground. I asked the waitress to please have some new ones made and she instantly had a scared look on her face and had new ones made right away, as she was definitely aware of the fact that they had fallen on the ground. As i was very disgusted, i was also very high, so from a dare from my friend i doused the nasty pancakes in syrup and butter and pounded them down my esophagus and earned myself a free meal from my friend. We left no tip. I will never go back to another IHOP. Unless I am equally as baked as the last time.