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Waffle House on Christmas Day

waffle houseWaffle House is open 365 days a year, 24 hours a day. At Waffle House, the cooks greet you as you walk in the door. They force you to pay at the register so you have to make small talk with the cashier. If you sit in one of those chairs at the counter, you can watch all the action. The waitresses yell out orders in a special language, and you can see all the action. The bacon is made to order; the egg basket sits above everyone’s heads. No matter where you go, anywhere in the country, all the tables look virtually the same. Napkin dispenser, ketchup and mustard, and menus tucked away on the side. Waffle House’s menu has remained virtually the same for as long as I can remember.

In my opinion, they aren’t even famous for their waffles, which taste delicious anyways. They outshine a lot of other restaurants for their hashbrowns: diced, capped, smothered, and chunked. The potatoes are always cooked perfectly and when you are handed a steaming plate of delicious comfort food, you just feel mentally satisfied for the rest of the day.

Now, perhaps the toast can be overly greasy. Perhaps the seats are sticky with artificial maple syrup and perhaps the hot chocolate comes from an envelope like lots of people make in single servings in their own household, but I can easily overlook all of that.

I just really like Waffle House. I don’t visit that often, but when I do, I always leave feeling content yet slightly nauseous.

When you walk in, all the waiters and cooks greet you and ask how you’re doing, whether you’re a regular or a newcomer. When you walk out, they holler in a loving way for you to have a good rest of the day.

If I’ve got some change on me, I’ll definitely play a classic on the jukebox.

Once, I visited while in Kentucky for a debate tournament.

I would be just a little bit excited after SAT class because a Waffle House existed next door. I definitely went there after class on many an occasion.

There are two Waffle Houses near my house, and I have the pleasure of choosing which one I feel like eating at.

At noon on Christmas Day, my family was sitting in Waffle House. We had just finished opening presents. We were still sleepy and our clothes were somewhat rumpled but we enjoyed the meal none-the-less. This is what I was doing at noon today.

Inspiration from here.