Eating while driving is just not right, and can be dangerous. Getting out of the car to sit down and enjoy a meal can often be the best part of the drive. Any trip near to or south of the Mason-Dixon line must include taking some time to sit down and enjoy a delicious experience at one of the numerous Waffle House dining establishments. Since 1955, the Waffle House has been open 24 hours a day and 365 days a year. As the world’s leading server of hashbrowns, t-bone steaks, and grits, the tasty waffle is only the beginning of an impressive lineup of famous foods served under blocky yellow letters by a friendly staff. Certain parts the Eisenhower National System of Interstate and Defense Highways feature Waffle Houses on both sides of the road on the same exit, making the decision to dine at Waffle House easy one regardless of which direction you’re going. Saving fuel otherwise wasted driving clear across to the other side of the road is another bonus. Walk in to get some breakfast, lunch, or dinner, and you’ll feel like you never left.
The Waffle House is one of the sublime joys of traveling in the south. Since everything on the menu comes with grits on the side, it’s easy to learn to like grits.
A fine southern road trip tradition!
Did you ever notice, the Waffle House is always on the right side of the road?
Just watch out playing those Waffle House songs on the jukebox… a surly waitress once threatened bodily harm because we kept plugging “Special Lady at the Waffle House” and “It’s Waffle House Time” on the jukebox, along with a half-dozen other such gems.
Don’t need to head South. We had Waffle Houses in Ohio, and I’m pretty sure there’s some in Pennsylvania.
Assuming Clunkbucket HQ is near Los Angeles, it might be reassuring to know that tasty Wafflehouse goodness is a mere weekend trip away in Phoenix. Of course, I tend to avoid them after dark in metro areas, as they are something of a haven for the angry drunks (happy drunks end up at Dennys, imo).
I’ve had many good times chatting over a solid breakfast at Wafflehouse with friends in the morning. You got your waffles, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and a giant glass of ice cold OJ. It makes for a great morning. Then you have those nights where you watch as one drunk POS outside thinks drunk POS inside is talking to him and begins banging on the window in a rage. Fortunately, the police show up just as he reaches for the shotgun in his truck.
Makes me wish we had Bob Evans here in Arizona…
If any one is going to Carlisle PA this weekend for the GM nationals there is one there.
I live in the Phoenix area and LOVE the waffle house. LOVE IT! Sure, the crowd scares the hell out of me half the time I am there, but where else can you get two eggs, two pieces of toast, hashbrowns and a waffle for less than 4 bucks?
I *heart* the waffle house. While I generally eschew chain restaurants, the sheer crapitude of these places draws me in, every time. And every time, its for the same thing: Order of Hashbrowns, scattered ALL THE WAY.