I’m guessing the fourteen states that didn’t become states until sometime after the war, but I have no idea why that would be relevant, and it’s even more confusing when you check their website and note that they actually have locations in four of those fourteen states (CO, NM, AZ, and OK).
So yeah… I’m not really sure what to make of that.
There’s at least in Scranton. I’ve driven past it, but never actually eaten there.
Am I the only one in this thread who’s hearing the title sung to the tune of “That’s Amore”?
I remember the first time I went to a Waffle House when I was on vacation (at that time they hadn’t spread as far as Chicago) and saw the description for their hash browns. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven…up until then I had never had hash browns with anything but onions.
I had a laiugh last year I was with some friends in Columbus and we decided to stop at a Waffle House for dinner. When I ordered the sweet tea and one of my companions, who hadn’t known that I had been shuttling from Chicago to NC once a month for the past year and was familiar with the joys of Southern cuisine, warned me that “sweet tea” wasn’t just iced tea with sugar.
I immediately thought of the thread title as a takeoff on the theme from Baretta.
Slipped some milk into her food, did you?
You are somethin’ special, Sampiro! Laughing awfully wonderfully…
I’ve always wanted to see a Hopper style painting of a Waffle House. Looked about on the googleworld, no go, but it should feature this lovely lass from Chattanooga. Ain’t no smotherin’ going on with that Do.
Yep, it’s more like sugar syrup with a bit of tea added purely for color. I’ve never understood the appeal of drinking it with food. On its own, maybe, but certainly not with my waffles!
This thread reminds me that I am a damn long way from any Waffle House now, being in Idaho. sniffle I love me some cheap greasy Waffle House food.
Exactly!
Don’t do the swine if you can’t do the time.
Or something like that.
There’s one in Orange County, and I think one in San Diego, too.
Did you know that if you lay all of the bacon end-to-end that Waffle House serves in a year, it will stretch from Atlanta to Los Angeles seven times! (That’s more than 21,000 miles of bacon)
I love the Hillsborough Street Waffle House in Raleigh. I met some pretty girls there, and got into a drunken brawl (Not at the same time).
omgwtf?
OK, the website confirms that there are no California locations. And, apparently, that I’m not crazy.
Don’t overthink this- I’m just trying to figure out what the chances are of WH setting up shop in Whatcom or Skagit Co., Washington. Because the days of non-chain cafes and coffeeshops featuring starched and greased breakfasts and lifer waitresses (not ‘servers’) are seemingly over in my part of the world. Dammit.
Of course you do realize that not getting into a drunken brawl at Waffle House would be the weird thing, right? 
Calm down. I wasjoking. And in San Diego, I think it’s an imitation, but there’s some place that has “waffle” in it’s name by the MCRD, near the US Post Office. And how many restaurants have “waffle” in their name, anyway? To me they’re all the same, and the food might be all the same to you, too. Give it a try.
I think it was a Denny’s or Coco’s or something when I lived there.
I wasn’t angry, I was just baffled. (It must be my username. 
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Now that you mention it, yeah, I remember that waffle place. Never been. Anyway, I wanted to like the Waffle House’s food. I really did. But as I said earlier, it made me sick when nothing else I had eaten in the 18 years I had under my belt at the time could. I can forgive a restaurant that made me sick, but not the first restaurant ever. Frankly, if that place near the MCRD is like the Waffle House, I don’t think I want any part of it.
I understand this completely. Food poisoning is traumatic, and it affects one psychologically. The only time I contracted food poisoning was a night I was walking back home from an East Hollywood salsatec and made the mistake of stopping by a Taco Bell for a quick, cheap bite to eat (it was the only place open in my path). I spent all of Saturday and half of Sunday retching from the effects of the bacterium that had found its way into my food, and to this day I can’t set foot in a Taco Bell. No big loss.
Caught her downloading and printing out some really ranchy gay male porn. This was after she had told us that she could print out things because “the smell of the ink makes me sick.”
Her defense was that I had told her to do it. It violates about twenty of our office policies and she picks Miss Straight Lace to blame it on. I don’t care if people do it on their own time, but not on my computer.
Bolding mine.
Were they wearing nothing but cowboy hats, cowboy boots and smiles?
