On our way back from a night of bar hopping in Cleveland we were looking for a late night savior for drunk munchies. iHop's were all packed of course so we drove about 20 minutes outside of the city down 71 and low and behold like an angel descending from heaven we see a Waffle House sign lit up like a glowing invitation from the Gods.
So we go to pull in and we get pulled over by a sheriff out of nowhere, granted we had a sober driver so no worries, he approaches the car, asks us where we came from and where we're going and we all tell him we're starving and he was really cool and told us to enjoy our night and drove off. Shout outs to the Medina sheriff department for that one.
We made it into the Waffle House and were seated immediately, it was practically empty but there were a few customers. We ordered bacon cheeseburgers, BLT's, and waffles all together, the waitress threw the BLT's in for free! Amazing. Judging by my current state the food was a 10 but who really knows. I enjoyed myself.