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<\/a><\/p>\nEven after we all got dressed, they still refuse to even acknowledge his presence. <\/p>\n
Because we’re all guys, we had to talk cars. Jason hadn’t seen the Breakfassst FR-S before, so we popped the hood and made vrooming noises. Check out Marek’s Formula Racing jacket. I found that in an Abu Dhabi market a few years back, and he’s finally grown into it.<\/p>\n Ivo says, “because RACECAR<\/a>!”<\/p>\n I says, “because RACECAR<\/a>!”<\/p>\n This morning we’re visiting Datz Deli<\/a>, one of the best restaurants in Tampa. Marek actually rode on Jason’s shoulders the whole way here, which was uncomfortable in the car. Datz is at 2616 South MacDill Avenue<\/a>. We’ve been here a bunch of times, and it always delivers.<\/p>\n There’s a line. That’s OK, we have a reservation, thanks to AM 820 Food Talk co-host and Datz owner Suzanne. This must be how real celebrities feel. We’re just faux-celebs. Pancakes don’t usually make the red carpet.<\/p>\n We’re up on top, with a great view.<\/p>\n The Datz menu is always new, printed on custom newspapers. Pirate pancakes … a Tampa Special!<\/p>\n Me and Ivo, goofin’ at Datz.<\/p>\n We’re going with the love potion pink pancakes. <\/p>\n Jason’s liking the “You Had Me at Nutella.”<\/p>\n We had to keep a close eye on Ivo. He might want to “share” some toys with the people below us. Marek did that a couple years ago and we had to go retrieve cars from downstairs. One is still down there somewhere.<\/p>\n We warmed up and took off our jackets. Ivo’s sporting his Stuttgart shirt, a present from our German friends. Though I wonder, why does it say “Germany Stuttgart” and not “Stuttgart Germany?”<\/p>\n Jason taught the boys a new game, “muppet.” <\/p>\n Check out how cool is Datz, they even have coffee in kid-sizes.<\/p>\n We’re sitting by the bar. Mimosas were flowing here at Datz. Not for us, though. We have to concentrate. We’re on duty. Though I’m curious … never had a mimosa before.<\/p>\n Again, no one likes Jason. He’s so lonely.<\/p>\n We had a visit from a member of the Datz management team, General Manager Erica. Thanks for the attention … we loved it<\/p>\n Checking out the Datz mobile app.<\/p>\n A bit of a mishap. Hot chocolate spill caused by unbridled enthusiasm.<\/p>\n A great restaurant has to deal with complexity. There clearly was an emergency response protocol for “Hot chocolate spill on the upper deck.” It probably has a code, like “DR075-Alpha” if the rapid response is any indication. <\/p>\n By the way, we are not going to talk about Lauren’s tattoos.<\/p>\n The lighting in Datz is such that all the food appears with angelic halos.<\/p>\n Nutella decadence for Jason, corned beef hash for Andy. Yes, that’s a pair of binoculars on the table. We ARE on the upper deck, after all.<\/p>\n Pink pancakes for Ivo.<\/p>\n This is chow worthy of taking a picture for the folks back home.<\/p>\n Marek’s also got the pink pancakes, but we all know he’s just here for the bacon.<\/p>\n Jason is momming it up for Ivo.<\/p>\n And as a result, Ivo is able to shovel it in. He’s not actually making Cookie Monster sounds here, but he ought.<\/p>\n I asked our cheerful waitress for more coffee, and she pointed out that we already had a hot carafe on the table. That’s a nice touch, Datz!<\/p>\n Me and Marek traded plates, and he finished my home fries (a.k.a. “square french fries,” thanks to Jason!) and I finished his pancakes.<\/p>\n Insert “gobble chomp” sounds here.<\/p>\n We wrapped up with little mimosas. These are a new signature drink from Datz, and the first time I’ve ever had a mimosa. I can see where that could be a dangerous habit on Sunday mornings.<\/p>\n We had a visit from our old friend Tina. We know her from Rick’s on the River <\/a>and from previous visits to Datz<\/a>.<\/p>\n A Breakfast Lineup in the parking lot on a sunny Sunday morning. <\/p>\n In the overflow parking lot, a Jeep with mascara.<\/p>\n We stopped at another Tampa favorite of ours on the way home, Rollin’ Oats<\/a>.<\/p>\n Where we showed Jason how we do it with the little carts. Marek hasn’t left Jason’s shoulders in 36 hours. I don’t even want to know how he’s been going to the bathroom.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n