Waffle House

Ode to the Waffle House. By Andrew M. Mielke Esquire III

I love me some Waffle House. I had the pleasure of dining at this fine establishment while I was in town for the Indiana State Fair. It was my first WH fix in over two years. A mere review can't describe my bliss. So in the spirit of Deacon Jones, I will summarize my visit in the form of a Poem.

Oh Waffle House
How I love thee so
Grits, Waffles and Hash Browns
And Coffee to go.

Your lovely servers, have such grace and such class
But if you get out of line, they'll whip your unworthy ass
The Omelette's and Hash brown's are made with love and care
You can have them smothered, or covered or however you dare.

The smells of fried grease greet you as you walk in the door.
My fluffy, delicious Omelet is a treat I adore.
My stomach was happy, as I drove out of sight.
Happy Hash-browns to all, and to all a Good Night.

I used to go here, had many problems, found a better WH.  This location now has a new manager.. so it might be better now.