The great Southern tradition, Waffle House, has had its share of controversy lately. The well-run restaurants that are open 24/7/365 are a staple of college kids’ late-night, post-party drunk dining.
In fact, in the South you are not officially considered grown up until you decide to eat at a Waffle House stone cold sober.
Some of my friends and I got thrown out of a Pensacola Waffle House after Walker threw one of the 8-pound ashtrays at Bill. There is no lower honor or exhilarating moment than to be asked to leave a Waffle House moments before the police arrive.
If the ashtrays don’t get you, the fried food will. Waffle House food has probably killed more Southerners than the Union Army, the lottery and three-wheelers combined. But it is good, quick and consistent food we all love.
If you ask for a table with a view at Waffle House, they seat you at the first booth near the swinging doors for the women’s bathroom.
