For those of you not familiar with the term Waffle House, let me explain. Waffle House is the place people go after 2 AM when you have been out all night, and need some good down south greasy food. The food isn’t classy, but damn, it’s good. They even have the best fountain coke anywhere, ever.
I always order one of two things. I either get a triple order of their famous hash browns (the shredded, not the cubed kind), scattered, smothered, covered and chunked. (For those of you not down with the lingo, thats smothered with onions, covered with cheese, and chunked with ham.)
If I don’t get that, I get the Texas Cheesesteak Plate (Texas cause they use good, thick Texas toast, which soaks up all that good grease), and a double order of hash browns, in the same fashion as I get in my triple order.
Always with a Coke. And a smile.
Now, Waffle House servers are a tricky bunch. Sometimes young college girls lookin to make some money, but usually it’s older, black women who call ya “suga” and “hun” and are quick with their wit. More than once I have had servers who not only knew my name, and my order, but would also know exactly what was goin on with me. “Hey there hun, looks like you’ve had a rough night. Here, lemme getcha yah Coke.”
It’s the best.
Did I mention that it’s dirt cheap?
And amazingly delicious?
NOTE: Do not, under any circumstance, use the mayonnaise that they give you. It is there so they know what your order is, NOT to consume.