When Kenna posted a comment on facebook about having pancakes with her good friend at a restaurant, I couldn't help but remember my attitude towards pancakes.   When I was a child, my parents were very poor, so for some meals all we had was pancakes.  Mother made homemade brown sugar syrup which helped.   Pancakes, in my estimation, have always been "poor man's food".  So when the Pancake House came into being in La Crosse, I just couldn't imagine anyone paying good money for pancakes.  Times have changed, and I have had pancakes more than once with my restaurant breakfast, though I prefer waffles.  Yes, I have fond memories of pancakes and potatoes.  As my sister, Fern, once said, our mother had a 101 ways to fix potatoes.   But being poor has given me the appreciation for the many food choices available and all that I have now.