I drove through the Waffle House plateau along route 90 in Mississippi once. I swear, I was sitting at an intersection with a Waffle House on the corner, and far ahead, I could see a Waffle House sign, and far behind, I could see another.
I met a naked man in a Waffle House bathroom. I saw a waitress pop out her glass eye
to mess w a regular. I “fell asleep” in a booth during ATL Olympics and woke up with unchewed waffle in my mouth and zero other customers. WaHo is the great equalizer. 4Eva
This is exactly the sort of thing that makes me sad I skipped Waffle House when I was near them a couple months ago. Did I truly miss out on an important cultural experience?
There are rules. You have to be either drunk or post-drunk. All liability laws cease to exist when you walk in. Stay aware. Snitches get stitches. Don’t loiter in the parking lot. Mind your business.
As an American who spent two weeks in Australia learning the rich intricacies of Oz culture (read: lots of drinking), it is truly a travesty that you are forced to live without WaHos.
Around here they don't let you sit down to eat before 6am anymore. As an early morning person I am irrationally annoyed by this. Why would I want to wait for my order then carry waffle house food somewhere else to eat? Sitting in the yellow glow getting free coffee refills is the whole point!
