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WHAT THE FUCK! This restaurant is a defining statement in the world of shit fuckery. I whistled at my bitch ass waiter because he was busy being a fucking faggot and he had the fucking audacity to turn around and tell me not to whistle at him. At this point, I was about to fuck his bitch and put it on the snap, but I decided to spare him. However, my generous mood was soon spoiled when he told me that «grits are nigger food» when I asked him what one of the sides were. I do not like my pancakes with a side of racism and it ruined my meal. The only thing that I even remotely enjoyed was my orange juice, which was actually a spoiled yellow color. My friend (who is allergic to bullshit) was very sad because, after ordering a Sierra Mist, our waiter came to our table, pulled down his pants, and filled his cup with Sierra piss. It wasn’t even FIZZY, that shit was FLATTER THAN AN ASIANS CHEST IN THE SECOND GRADE. The only thing that I hated more than the horrible service and blatant racism, was the fact that I had to literally dodge my silverware as my waiter threw it at me. Fuck this place!

Took about 30 mins after we ordered to get our food and it wasn’t that busy. My vanilla ice coffee tasted like chocolate milk and vanilla, when I asked the waitress about it she brought me another vanilla ice coffee and then told me they add milk to the coffee! Wtf! The avocados were hard as a rock and couldn’t eat them. Definitely not coming back to this one. It used to be a pretty good place to come. Oh also there was food and broken crayons the entire time we were there and all the waiters and waitresses just kept walking by it

Worse service ever!
We go seated pretty quick, it’s a Friday night it’s not so busy. Our waitress Monica was nice, until after we ordered our food we waited a good 30 minutes, no check up or anything. By that time we ran out of water and coffee. We had to get another waitress to find our waitress and after another 10 minutes she finally came to our table. 10 more minutes our Food came out it was ok. Then she brought us our check. We asked her to separate it. She did. My tab was 19.26 I put 20 cash. We waited, then the waitress that went to find her said she would take the tabs to her. Monica came back to give us the reciepts. (Everyone else paid with card) she looks over to me and tells me «your change was 74 cents, we don’t usually give out change.» With a confused look I just said ok. She did say if I wanted it she could go get it. But by that time I was completely furious. I would have given her a good tip just because she was probably having a hard day but, to give me a lame excuse on not giving me my change back?! That tip was out the window. She can keep the 74 cents for tip instead.

The food here was good for an IHOP. The bacon was some of the best that I have had at this chain. Our server Lissa S. was very friendly, nice, and attentive. The service was fast and good. The place did smell a little funny, like a nursing home. However, the building looks nice and the inside was clean.

Eaten here on multiple occasions, never had any issues. Food was excellent, service was good. Would recommend!

Worst experience EVER! Who would think anything could go wrong with a sprite and a BLT? Well it did… long black hair in the glass and some of the bacon wrapping paper was cooked with the bacon and made its way into the sandwich. I guess that’s why there was no one in the restaurant. Will not be returning here!

So, if you are an IHOP fanatic, i apologize for this review. I have heard for years how awesome it is to party late into the night then head to the Hop for some pancakes.
I am now understanding alcohol must have been involved… We had to wait forever and that is bad when you are already tired at 2am. As a total non-​drinker, I was unfortunately totally aware of the horrible service and lackluster food.
I was shocked how much it cost as well. I at least tried a crazy blend pancake attempting to tell myself it was worth the $ 10 for a few pancakes. That was a mistake. The pancakes tasted like regular pancakes that had been dipped in sweet milk and were just as soggy.
Long story short, if your sober… Save your dough.

Meh. Stopped by for a work breakfast and it was just as I remember. The waitresses were fine, but a little pushy. I tried the turkey bacon omelet, which was blah. Go to Jimmy’s egg!

man IHOP has gotten so much worse since the last time I’ve been. That said, it’s been almost a year since I had to step into an IHOP, but the menu seems dulled down and the food was so oily and terrible. I ordered the balsamic glazed chicken which was just drenched with oil. My friends at the tilapia and was also drenched with oil, how can you even cook like that? anyways, if you want to line your arteries with lipid plaques for no reason, come here, otherwise, AVOID

Ah yes, IHOP 1490. Honestly, I had no idea it was #1490. Man, I guess there are a heck of a lot of IHOPS out there. Not at all sure why because I have always thought IHOPS were, at best, mediocre. Not bucking the trend here at the mighty fourteen-​ninety. I will admit I was predisposed to think the place was mediocre before I even stepped in. I mean, it’s IHOP. What do you expect? Great or something?
Our waitress was pleasant enough and the food was what you would expect – average. Of course they had to have the pink and reddish tone thing going on all over the place. This, of course, is the restaurant equivalent of the Jedi Mind Trick, hoping to tap into the primal nerve-​centers of the not-​so-​bright waffle wolfers, because we all know pink and reddish tones makes us want to eat more. A survival thing that kicks in whenever we are standing, say, over, and gazing into, the gaping carcass of the saber-​tooth tiger that we were fortunate enough to get before it got us. «Eat more, eat more!,» the subliminal voice screams at us, «for tomorrow there may be no tummy temptations!» Except here, IHOP will be quite pleased if you would be so kind as to mentally switch the saber tooth tiger for a chocolate-​chip upgrade on your short stack. Cha-​ching.
I have to admit, the place did save our bacon (not literally). Since we were ragingly ravenous and we were staying at the Airport Sheraton (see my review on them) which serves nothing for breakfast after 9:30, the hotel shuttle driver was kind enough to drop us here. Just a quick 20 minute drive! See? So, this was no time to be picky. Nice of the shuttle driver. I know – you’re wondering if I tipped him.
So, the place is alright. I likely won’t be back since I live about a thousand miles away.