Pancake Restaurant

This one is from St. Patrick's Day:

It was my birthday, and my sister was treating me to brunch. I went to the restaurant with a guy I knew from high school and college (an acquaintance, not really a friend, who I haven't seen in years). The building itself was almost like a modern airport terminal — high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, lots of exposed metal — and the tables were long, bench-like, and totally unadorned. The color gray prevailed. The establishment served tall stacks of pancakes, on wheeled pedestals that were rolled up to the tables by the unseen staff. I almost stole a bite from an unattended stack as I walked by, but held back. Once we sat down to the table (which was so deep that I couldn't reach over and hug my sister), I realized that the guy I was with would only have been there in a dream, so it ended.