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4:00 AM heading out and hungry. Have any of you ever thought about the salvation of Waffle House? This is the best read of the week:

https://mythoamerica.substack.com/p/the-metaphysics-of-waffle-house?utm_source=pocket_reader

When I was in high school (early 70’s) and when I was home from college, used to be a truck stop called the Dixie Boy, that was on the way to my dog driving club. My buddy and I would get up a little early, so we could stop there for some breakfast. The waitresses were mostly young, and for the most part, sort of attractive. They were exceptionally friendly to us young guys. Food was so-so, but it was the only place between home and the club. Always wondered about the help there. It was not near any town that had more than 10 residents, so having young, friendly waitresses seemed a little strange, but we never though much of it.

Years later, after the truck stop had closed down, I was schooled about the Dixie Boy. They sold fuel, amphetamines, and food downstairs. They ran a cathouse upstairs. It catered mostly to truckers. I was young, green, and naive. It never crossed my youthful mind that semi-attractive, friendly, waitresses working at 5:00 in the morning in the truck stop in the middle of nowhere were anything more than waitresses.

Pretty tough to prepare your own breakfast at 4 a.m. when you're 600 miles away from home and enroute to a duck blind. While I think the writer's "comparison" of a Waffle House to a Christian church and heaven is silly, it is a small comfort that Waffle Houses are usually a constant, regardless of their location. And, at least in the case of those in the Deep South, they know how to cook decent coffee and grits. Not great, but decent.

It’s not Waffle House, it’s Waffle Home.

Funny, but not true. Shoneys and Perkins (more common in the north) wis that prize and have much worse food too.


But Sunday morning here in the backyard shows winter's dying breath is a pretty one.

When I do drive 600 miles, to hunt or, fish, give or take, I’m pretty much self contained, as there hasn’t been a Waffle House for 500 of those miles. I have thermoses of soup, charcoal, a grille, and plenty of coolers in the back of the truck. Hanging around with Lloyd in Lake of the Woods county, he does know of a few restaurants, and if I clean myself up a bit, and promise to resist humping any legs, he will bring me along on an evening.

Otherwise, I am Waffle House, in the tin shed at Walleye Retreat.

Best,
Ted

Same for Cracker Barrel up here in "Damn Yankee Land"" also Bob Evans- both have good coffee (no Yuppie Starbucks swill) and fairly good grits. No cathead biscuits though- pity that. RWTF

Best pre-dawn breakfast I ever had was a few mornings at the Blue & White in Tunica, MS while there duck hunting. Way better than any Waffle House or Huddle House.

https://blueandwhiterestaurant.com

I really wanted to go to Auburn, but.. . . you see. . .I could read, so I graduated from Alabama.

This is more like it.

Argo44,
I laughed my tail off when I read that article. I went to college at Auburn, and my buddies and I were a Waffle House regulars. Just last week I saw one of my best friends from college, he and I have been friends for 35 years, and we were joking about scattered, smothered, covered and chunked… Here is some more Waffle House lore, and the lady who wrote this even suggests it’s a suitable place to take your sweetheart for Valentine’s Day! Thank you for sharing that.

https://aginggracefullymyass.wordpr...hunked-topped-diced-peppered-and-capped/