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| - The Waffle House. A national breakfast tradition. People get married at Waffle Houses. People plan family reunions at Waffle Houses. I really, and I do mean REALLY do not want to meet these people.
The yellow plastic sign is a harbinger: this will not be fine dining. I know, I know. People love the place because it is cheap. Very cheap. If you only had the coins you found lodged between the seat and the center console, they would still roll out a full breakfast for you. WITH the standard three percent tip. So, here's the tradeoff:
The Good? Price! It is cheap. Inexpensive. Downright stingy. If you can't afford Waffle House, chances are you'll never, ever see this review, because you'll be too busy re-writing your cardboard sign or standing by the exit ramp. Have I mentioned it doesn't cost much to eat here?
The Bad? Everything else. They save money in so many ways. Cleanliness. Food quality. Lighting. Menus. Employees. This is the bottom of the food chain. This is where, if you're either still drunk or supremely hungover, you slide into a booth, pull down your ironic hoodie, and mumble, "Coffee. And whatever else I can get for... let's see... four dollars and thirteen cents. And Coffee."
"We're not in the food business. We're in the people business." So goes their slogan. I kinda like my restaurants to BE in the food business. My final ruling: Betwixt one and no stars. Keep driving.
(And Mark G? That last comment of yours is un-called for.)
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