Its American grease at its finest, but ever since our eldest moved to Louisiana some years back, we make it a point to visit Waffle House whenever we are near one. It's how we know we're in the South.
Hubby was in a breakfast mood with cheesy eggs. His hash browns were scattered and smothered. (Waffle House has its own lingo.) I ordered a gorgeous side salad and BLT.
This particular WH us new, sparkling clean and nicely air conditioned. The three folks behind the counter worked well together and clearly enjoyed each other's company. We had a good meal and a fine time.
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