There is, indeed, an International House of Pancakes in food-fetishizing, chain restaurant-resistant San Francisco, right on Lombard and Pierce streets. In many ways, Ali Liebegott is equally improbable.
"This whole family dinner thing is just a way for me to wire my childrens' bodies in a way so that they automatically show up at the dinner table to talk to me when they are teenagers. They won't have a choice in the matter. They'll just start feeling this magnetic pull to the pork chops at 6:30."