Only people that talk shit about waffle house probably don’t even live near one. Waffle House is amazing. As far as restaurants go, they’re genius. They’ve got some really crazy systems in place to simplify order complexity which is how 2-3 drug addicts can churn out countless customized orders literally 24/7. The fact that the FEMA literally uses Waffle House closures to tell the severity of hurricanes is a testament to how well it is run. If you think the employees are scuzzy, that’s because you can see them. That is what kitchen workers look like.

You get off your late shift, hit the bar, the strip club, then waffle house. You get your hash browns however the fuck you want them (Smothered, covered, chunked, diced, peppered, country if you ask me). Couple eggs, meat.. i moved and i miss waffle house every day.

I like how Bourdain (RIP) put it.

>An irony-free zone where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. Where everybody, regardless of race, creed, color, or degree of inebriation is welcomed. Its warm yellow glow, a beacon of hope and salvation, inviting the hungry, the lost, the seriously hammered, all across the south, to come inside. A place of safety and nourishment. It never closes, it is always, always faithful, always there for you.

Food, and particularly gathering around it is sacred to what makes us human. Always has been. Waffle House is magical because of that.