We are pleased to report that everything's going back to the way it was. No, flip-phones aren't coming back, and no, cargo shorts aren't acceptable again -- something even better has happened. IHOb has gone the way of the Wicked Witch of the West. It is dead. Ding-Dong. Let us eat pancakes and guzzle syrup in celebration.
You may recall the halcyon days when IHOP was building anticipation around what the dreaded new acronym would stand for. The internet had a good time guessing/being grossed out by the sound of the word. Finally, it was announced that IHOb stood for International House of Burgers, everyone let out a collective, "k," and Wendy's roasted the chain, as it is wont to do. And then we lived under the tyranny of IHOb. Until Monday.