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| - Don't judge me. I love this place. I love that I have to drive through the parking lot of the truck stop to get to it. I love that the same staff has been there for years and they remember you if you have come in more than twice in the last year. I love the 'tude of the place (yes even though it's a chain) and by all reason, it has no right to have an attitude. I love that the servers have to stand behind a little imaginary line on the floor and yell out the orders to the cooks. I love how the cooks don't actually have tickets to reference, but rather have to set up plates with their secret Waffle House codes to know what orders are up. I love that the hash-browns are made with one part potato and one part greasy stuff, then stuffed in to the perfectly round molds, so when they hit your plate they are like little crunchy hokey pucks. I love that you can get the all you can eat menu, if you simply can't decide whether you want a waffle, an omelet, grits, or a hamburger. I love that regardless of the time of day or night, you are guaranteed to see something that makes your inner teenager summon up your best valley girl "oh maw gawd!!" I love that they will let a homeless guy sit at the end chair to get warm and have a pork chop. I love the weird collection of music on the jukebox and the fact that they actually have multiple WH mixed CDs. And most of all, I love that when you order a pecan waffle with extra pecans, they don't look at you oddly. They simply add as many pecans to the batter that will fit on the griddle and when they shut the lid, the nuts get toasted as the waffle cooks. I love this place.
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