I’ve only been to a Waffle House once, but, yeah, those hash browns and their coded way of ordering them is perhaps the thing they are best known for. Oh, and the stereotype of the toughness/seediness of the staff and the prospect of random fights breaking out at any moment.
So, you’ve only seen 2 fights there?
Definitely, and my own personal favorite Waffle House story:
Back in my college days, I went with some friends to a Raleigh Waffle House after a late-night Rocky Horror showing. Our waitress was this little old granny lady, twinkly-eyed and round and a southern honey-dripping delight.
We all went around and placed our orders. I ordered a slice of pie.
“Oh, I love it when someone orders pie!” she said, and then leaned forward. “It means I get to lick the knife!”
And never again. We asked for butter for our waffles and were basically told: Why the F would you wan’t butter for your waffles?! We ain’t got none.
Waffle House is a patty melt and hash browns destination as far as I’m concerned and I’ll take them howevery you say it for onions and jalapenos. We don’t have them around here so it’s a fun little bonus meal to look forward to when I’m away. Predicatable, unpretentious, inexpensive, hot sauce already on the table, sturdy plastic glasses and porcelain mugs for beverages. I really like the manageable portion sizes.
They have damm good coffee too. Twin Peaks worthy.
A type of crime I haven’t heard of before:
At the rate of egg cost escalation, they could be millionaires if they sit on them for a week or two.
Poached eggs.
My bolding:
Eggs are a main ingredient in waffles and french toast.
so WH is charging extra for eggs, does that include the eggs in their waffles? :-0
I can eat fifty eggs.
Easy there, Gaston.
I expect the police will make the usual hash of it, and end up with egg on their faces before this is over. Meanwhile the crooks will toast their success.
Right, which is why I said
My bold. “Cannot eat eggs” and eggs make me sick might be referring to allergies, in which case the person wouldn’t be able to eat pancakes or waffles or French toast either. Or it might be a taste/texture thing , where the person can eat items containing eggs just not eggs on their own.
Exactly. I vividly remember my dad bent over the toilet puking his guts out because he ate a cookie made with eggs.
I don’t even get the reference, convincingly demonstrating that we have some sort of failure to communicate.
You almost whooshed me there.
Well played! 