Weird dream

I had an exceptionally strange dream last night. The weirdest part was when I went to have some lunch with a friend (though now I can't remember whom it was), and we went to eat at Andrew Sullivan's house. I realize Sully lives nowhere near me, but that's what happened. Part of his home had been converted into a restaurant, with waitresses and everything. I remember desperately hoping (for some reason) that my lunch partner didn't mention anything political, for fear that Sully the chef would come out of the kitchen and start ranting. The only other part I remember is that Andrew Sullivan cooks some fantastic pancakes -- very light and fluffy.