There is something special about a Waffle House. I was in Alabama this week for work and whenever I get a chance to stop in at a Waffle House I try and take it.
I went today and had a Texas Bacon Egg and Cheese sandwich with hash browns smothered and covered and a side pecan waffle with coffee. Cream and sugar in the coffee at waffle house because fuck it, why not. They forgot my pecan waffle and when I reminded them I got a plain waffle, no worries. It’s waffle house. No stressing over such minor inconveniences here.
I was waited in by a little young woman who reminded me of Ruth Langmore from Ozark. Running around, with a stern tone and a southern accent.
When I was finished I just walked to the register, paid with a card and handed her a 20$ bill. You could tell she appreciated it. That’s another great thing about waffle house. You can do something pretty nice with only a spare 20$.
Its not fancy, but delicious. There are always the jokes about the fights at night, the waffle house scale for natural disasters, etc but I’ve been a few places and I don’t think there is anything like a waffle house anywhere else in the world.
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