my dinner with the silverbarsts

After getting to spend time with Curtis and Nancy, Overboard and I also got to share a lovely meal with Dr. Professor Silverman and his lovely (and incredibly talented) wife, Amy. Just like I can never go back to Atlanta without eating at a Chick-fil-A, Adam cannot come to Chicago without dining at Walker Brothers, an institution known for its deliciously ginormous pancakes.

Kenny behaved himself, for the most part, which means he didn't throw everything on the floor, maybe just a small pancake's worth. However, he did thoroughly enjoy eating some pancakes, part of my "famous apple pancake" (which was the size of small house and more than enough to feed a family of 26), as well as the meal Overboard had brought for him.

In passing, I would like to point out that there was a sinkhole in the floor of the restaurant to make it look like I was about two or three feet shorter than my friends. No? Not buying it? How about that I was trying to make them feel better about themselves? Not so much? Well, would you believe that I ate so much that it lowered my center of gravity and shrunk me down by a foot or two?