I had a short lived assistant who claimed she had “multi-allergy syndrome” and damn near everything gave her an upset stomach, a headache, or made her dizzy. She objected once because I bought a cup of coffee and two candy bars into the office. “Oh, it’s making me sick to my stomach. I have to lie down. I can’t take the smell of milk. I’m allergic to it. It makes me so sick.” She pulled the same crap again and upon being told it was a cup of peppermint tea with Sweet N Low “Oh, that stuff has milk in it. I’m so sick.”
Bolding mine. This is going into my secret stash of ways to describe Waffle House.
I said in another thread that when we meet it should be on a verandah sipping muscadine wine and nibbling on lemon teacakes. I’ve changed my mind. It should be in a WH over pork chops and eggs, a side of country ham and an appetizer of scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, topped, and diced. With sweet tea, of course.
But you see, if she hung out in places with less pork, she couldn’t complain about her pork restrictions and everyone wouldn’t get to know how [i/]special and unique* she is. Wouldn’t you love to see the entire contents of her sketchbook?
(I’m told Waffle House makes an effort to hire people with criminal records who’re trying to get straight. If so, props to them)
Sampiro, your thread inspired me to go to Waffle House on this chilly (by Florida standards) morning. I enjoyed a bacon, egg, and cheese wrap that surprised the hell out of me with its awesomeness; they grilled it and got the tortilla nice and crispy. The bacon was perfectly crisp too (I hate chewy bacon), and the cheese was wonderfully melty.
I also had the hash browns with the works (but held the mushrooms). I forget all the unique verbs, but they had grilled onions, ham, American cheese, tomatoes, jalapeno peppers, and “Bert’s” chili. Washed it down with a few glasses of “Alice’s” ridiculously sweet tea, and it was a great way to start the day.
Thing is, I’ve been living here for three years and had no idea there was a Waffle House ten minutes from my door. It’s a bit off the beaten path – not on any of the main roads with all the usual restaurants – but I looked it up on the website after your post, and now I’m extra-glad I did. I may even become a once-a-week regular!
Well, Southerners who think that they’re the only people who’ve ever had Krispy Kreme, should be aware that it was a national chain for most of this decade.
Actually, when we first moved to MA back in July, there was a Krispy Kreme about 3 miles north of our apartment. They stayed open just long enough to for us to go there 2 or 3 times, and be teased by their Krispy, Kremey goodness, and then they closed. :mad: Now all I’ve got is Dunkin’ Donuts and (gag) HoneyDew Donuts. Jesus, I mean you might as well just have a bran muffin for breakfast.
Is it even possible to be allergic to pork and assorted pork products? And if she is allergic to pork products wouldn’t eating anything prepared at Waffle House cause her allergies to flare up since it is all prepared on the same grill?
I’m not sure what “Post-Civil War” means in this context, but there are Waffle Houses in central Indiana. Of course, I use this as a talking point in my “No, really, Indiana’s mostly a Southern State, geography be damned” argument.
And, as long as I’ve got y’all here, can someone explain to me the procedure for consuming a waffle with a deep fried chicken breast on it? Do you put syrup on the chicken, too? I’m assuming it’s a fork meal - do you try to get a bit of waffle with each bit of chicken? What do you do with the bones?
My favorite crazy diner experience was the lady who came to Pizza Hut on buffet night, ordered the buffet, then pitched a fit when they were reluctant to stock it with the particular kind of pizza she wanted.
After she and her cowed husband left we found out she was a regular customer whom the employees had unwisely accommodated in the past.
