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still grieving the loss of Bobby and Junes on 10th street. Ate there a ton during my time at Tech and for years had standing Thursday lunch plans there with a handful of friends.
Wait. I think I am supposed to grab lunch with you through our mutual friend Eric S. Does this sound familiar?
Waffle House is perhaps the only reason I would return to the South. Having spent many years in the Carolinas, it was a special time with my daughters that we would have “our time” at the Waffle House. My wife from New Jersey never understood and was happy to let us go. There is just something about the simplicity of the place that just makes me happy. Now that I live Out West nothing comes close - not IHOP or Denny’…
Cheese eggs and raisin toast, with bacon and grits. Hold the apple butter. It’s the only thing I’ve been eating at waffle house for 30 years.
Is “hold the apple butter” necessary? Around here it comes in a tiny jelly tub, stacked on the table with the other jelly tubs.
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I love the place (smoother & covered & country, pecan waffles, side sausage, and black coffee). I make it my mission to dine their with every friend I have. But it's definitely a place you have to "get" because the food is objectively bad (except the coffee, which is amazing). So much of the appeal for me is the nostalgia and atmosphere. My roots are rural and poor, so when I walk into a WH, I feel like I'm surrounde…
> the food is objectively bad Completely disagree. IMO the hash browns and waffles are better than all fast food chains, most hotel/business breakfasts, and many diners.
It's almost: In N Out is not the best burger, but it is the best burger at what it is trying to be.
Everyone looked very friendly. I guess it's not my taste, but she treated it like a place I had to visit haha
I live in the suburbs of Atlanta, the Waffle House homeland. When we introduced ourselves to the neighbors, their young daughter made sure we knew where the Waffle House was.
My girlfriend and I had spent three rough months trying to figure out how to date each other. Nothing was working. We were awkward and poor communicators and just generally not a good fit. We were going to a coffee shop to break up but figured we would see too many people we knew.
Break ups are emotional. So we escaped. To Waffle House.
I don't remember what either of us ordered, probably hashbrowns smothered and covered. It's not really my usual haunt. But the coterie of drunk waiters, more-drunk truckers, and government cheese served as the backdrop to one of the toughest conversations of our lives.
At the end of the conversation, we decided to give it one more shot. 7 years later, we're happily married.
I don't care what anyone says...Waffle House is magical.
One of the aspects of Waffle House that's always impressed me is their commitment to be open no matter what happens. This has prompted the informal Waffle House Index: the informal metric used by the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) to determine the effect of a storm and the likely scale of assistance required for disaster recovery. https://www.fema.gov/blog/2011-07-07/news-day-what-do-waffle...
Wouldn't this just mean that they are putting their employees lives in danger more than the average restaurant? It's got to be hard to choose between following a suggested evacuation and losing your job.
Edit: She just reminded me, no one else in the restaurant ever seemed to care.