It was the start of our final year of school together in Santa Barbara, and we all knew that we would soon be graduating and heading our separate ways. On a Friday morning, myself and five of my closest friends decided to commiserate over short stacks and coffee at our local Goleta, California, IHOP. At breakfast we discussed the future of our close circle of friends. How would we stay in touch? When would we see each other again? Would we still be friends in five years? In twenty-five years? The answer to all of our questions was right in front of us. That morning, we formed The International Flapjack Society, I.F.S. for short. We pledged that we would meet for breakfast four times a year, at a local IHOP, and committed our ideas to a napkin at the table.