I don’t know why I have so much love for IHOP, it’s sub-par food served with a grunt yet I make my way back month after month and hope for a hairless omelet. But now I believe my love comes at a subconscious level, an image placed on my youth as a child as I sat in front of a Television in hopes to keep my developing brain entertained. I can only imagine I had watched this commercial over and over. It left an etch, and apparently an itch at well.