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So my brother is doing his grad work in Morgantown, and in the city there is this place I'm seriously hoping no one on here would dine at this place.
I have this image of my head of people going in there and sitting next to a trough and the waitresses just bringing in a slop bucket and people dig in. Probably unfair, but yea, that place isn't my thing. That and Waffle House.
You shut your whore mouth about Waffle House. You can get bacon there at any time of the day or night. Plus hashbrowns, eggs, and every other food that is good at any time of the day for any meal or snack. Plus their sweet tea is the bombdiggity. Your momma didn't raise you right.
I can not comment on the quality of the food they offer due to being on different planet when I ate there, but the quality of odor that emanates from the house is a mix of hobo in humid weather and hooker that just got done with a Mexican soccer team.
When you're sobering up and it is 2am, sometimes it is. Also, shit all over me if you want, but I like eating there. I like their food, I like the waitresses that have 90 year old smoker voices, I like the cops in the parking lot. Grits on my plate, grit all around me.
I mean, my mother also likes Waffle House, and makes it a point to go whenever we cross the Mason-Dixon. I would just rather go to any other diner. Except the Tick Tock diner. That place is the worst.
I particularly like how the waitresses all have mustaches, and less teeth than fingers. I would submit that if you are judging a restaurant by the quantity, or even the quality, of their grits, you've made a wrong turn in life.
Someone told me they didn't like grits because of the texture. It's weird, when you grow up with certain food stuff like that doesn't even register. Shrimp n grits are where it's at though. Cheddar, baaaconnn, bacon lard, grits and shrimpies. Such a weird combination but damn if that shit isn't divine.
Breakfast multiple times, chicken once, and meatloaf one late night visit. I've been to WH several times in North Carolina and northwest Pennsylvania, with a meal or two in Georgia and Virginia. One some occasions I was out-voted by friends or co-workers, and in that area of PA there wasn't much else to choose from. Food was cheap, and at most of these places the waitresses were pretty friendly. I have to at least be fair in that regard. I had shrimp, cheddar and bbq sauce outside of Charleston. While it was delicious, the grits were merely a vehicle for the other ingredients.
This describes my lone visit to a Waffle House pretty well. I was profoundly hung over, the waitress' voice was deeper than mine, and they were playing Metallica at 10 am by request of a couple of weird looking truckers (like the McPoyles grown up and sharing a semi). It had an atmosphere about it that said "Awww, fuck it." All in all it was pretty satisfying.
I love my Mother in Law. Really, she's more of a mom to me than my own mom. But when we went to Florida last May, she said she'd never go to a Waffle House again. That was almost it for me, and tells you the depth of my feeling for my MIL because I didn't dump her in the Atlantic after that statement. By the way, in an unrelated note, I love Waffle House.
Scattered smothered a brother I think you have that backwards. I mean, if you eat there, aren't you going to be the one shitting all over everything? Also, now I am going to eat at Waffle House for lunch. Or Taco Bell.