Waffle & Steak

Overheard at breakfast the other morning:

"Hey little girl, wanna come home with me? I have a big yard and a basement for you to play in."

Fat, hairy, mouth-breathing dude was looming over a little girl and her mother and asking this question with complete sincerity.

As I grazed on an exceptionally greasy country ham steak, slimy eggs, and lumpy grits, I was entranced by the vignette playing out around me.

A large number of the staff were seated at one of the tables, discussing everything from somebody's cancer to somebody else's restraining order.

The potential serial killer was lumbering around the place from table to table conjuring images of "Deliverance".

Better than dinner and a movie.

Has the whole world gone crazy? Or is it just andie s? Of course, if you've eaten at one Waffle House you've eaten at all of them.  That's the whole point. And greasy food, greasy tables, greasy waitress? That's the whole point.  And forget about anyone calling CPS... they have a guy routinely patrolling the parking lot, trying to figure out who left their babies in the car while they're passed out in a booth inside.

I'm staying... finishing my coffee.

Four stars.

I believe the best way to sum up Waffle & Steak is that "it is what it is."

Yes, the food is greasy.  No, it is not a four star restaurant.

You come to Waffle & Steak when you have that hunger pang for some "good 'ol fashioned" greasy food, whether it be a couple of eggs with hash browns, the texas melt, or even a waffle.  

The point being, this restaurant in particular excels in it segment.