Joel and I speculated that for each order the chef opened a new box of pancake mix, dumped the whole thing into a bowl, added the requisite water and dumped the batter on the flat top. We pictured a pile of discarded Bisquick boxes in the trash and chef with a pizza peel that he would use to flip these Brobdingnagian flapjacks. This was as much as I could possibly eat after arriving completely starved.