Oh Waffle House. From what I’ve been told, this is place you go to when you’re drunk. Tastes okay when sober, but far better when drunk. Came here with a group around 3am, and as soon as we entered the lot, we witnessed a large pickup truck ram directly into a fake boulder that was covering the sprinkler system. Result: it was raining EVERYWHERE, like a big fountain in the parking lot. Cue Miley Cyrus’s song: “I came in like a wrecking ballllll.” What a way to remember this place.
Lots of rowdy people are here late at night. The staff seems to be very familiar with this type of crowd because they were just unresponsive, almost rude – they just won’t have none of it. I kept trying to ask an item to be added to my order, but they didn’t seem to want to help! Gee, thanks for the fantastic service – NOT!
Ordered the Texas Bacon Cheesesteak Melt with Hash Brown. For the hash brown, the popular thing to do is add as many toppings as possible. Why? Because you can. One of my friends ordered all the toppings except chili, but I only added grilled mushrooms, melted cheese, and grilled tomatoes. Seriously, you can have the most random toppings on your hash brown. They might not sound good together, but when you’re drunk, I guess it all tastes good! The sandwich was decent, the hash brown was decent, but I was just baffled that a place named “Waffle House” hardly has any waffle options!
If you’re sober, this is not the cleanest, most incredible place to check out. It’s essentially a grungy version of Denny’s, but apparently it’s something to experience in the area. Again, you don’t come here for breakfast or brunch. You come here after you’ve had a few drinks or so.