I wonder if Julianne Moore had the fried ice cream

As we settle into a gargantuan breakfast at Mr John's Pancake House (blueberry pancakes and a western omelette, in case you're interested), we ponder the big questions of the universe. Did Julianne Moore have the fried ice cream? Did Celine Dion stuff her gub with turkey bacon and home fries?

Did the little old lady Irene serving in Mr John's and the little old man Anthony serving across the road in Anthony's Pancake place ever date? Who was Mr John? Was there a pancake love triangle that led to the establishment of two pancake houses on Montauk Main Street?

*chews, thoughtfully, pours on more maple syrup to be on safe side*