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Originally Posted by Biff
Well, sort of. Imagine a not particularly very good pancake with undistinguished syrup served cold beside a fairly greasy pair of pork sausages on a styrofoam plate and, if lucky, eaten with both a plastic fork and knife. Are you imagining? Good.
Now imagine you are attempting to ingest this breakfast feast in the company of a vast number of, not to mince words, ######ed people who have placed a disproportionate amount of importance on this bizarre breakfast ritual and who have congregated in distressingly large numbers, outfitted themselves in a range of cowboy-themed items that go from the only mildly offensive to the completely unacceptable in the modern era and who all Howdy, Yahoo, and engage in inane blather at loud volume to try to be heard above the 3rd rate rent-a-band doing its level and loud best to add to the Western ambience with generally nasty country music.
Now imagine it is likely cold, maybe raining, and you are more than likely severely dehydrated and hungover from the Drink of Calgary the night before.
THAT is the taste of Calgary during Stampede week. Free Pancake breakfasts throughout the city. An instrument of darkness spawned in the nether regions of hell.
Now, free Stampede lunches, dinners and beer are a completely different thing. Those work.
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That is a heck of a discription. I cannot stand the pancake breakfasts that most people put on, most of the pancakes taste the uncooked batter. There are some, mainly downtown, that are awsome. Nothing like real food and beer for breakfast.
And the lunchs that are on every corner every day downtown are amazing, usually.
