My sophomore year of college, one of my friends wanted to go to IHOP for her birthday and order the Rootie Tootie Fresh and Fruity breakfast. We'd all become strangely enamored with the commercials, and thought a birthday was a good excuse to order such a tantalizingly dumb sounding meal. Alas, I got sick the morning we were supposed to go, and my friends had to Rootie Toot without me. I meant to go get my own RTFnFB during my year of new things, and somehow never did. But finally, ten years after my first attempt to be Rootie and Tootie and Fresh and Fruity, I ordered the Rootie Tootie Fresh and Fruity Breakfast at IHOP. Kevin ate the eggs, I ate everything else. It was delish.