Waffle House

As a Yankee northerner, when I travel down south, Waffle House is an essential.  Cheap, tasty, greasy food, eaten on a bar stool with an endless cup of black coffee.  And the folks working there are almost inevitably good for a conversation when you're traveling alone.  Of course, it's a chain, so to review every single one would be idiotic.  So why did I choose the one in Springville, Alabama?

Because I don't think any other Waffle House will ever treat me as well as this one did.

I was learning to hang glide for the first time out at Lookout Mountain for the weekend, and decided to take a drive down to Birmingham, because it was only a couple of hours away, to check it out.  On my way back, I felt a bit peckish, so I needed to find somewhere to stop.  The old standby Waffle House made perfect sense.

I like traveling alone a lot, but sometimes the lack of conversation does finally get a little old.  Sitting at the counter at this Waffle House, though, gave me plenty of conversation.  Everyone working there was hilarious and amiable, and I actually chose to stay there even longer than I needed to just because I was enjoying myself so much.  

Two thumbs up to the Springville, AL Waffle house.  These people know how to treat a customer.