Will forever remind me of being on tour, often in the south. There is never any other place open after you load up the gear, pile in the van and finally get on the road. IWaffle House in always there, like an old friend, no matter where you go it's a little consistent, familiar piece of my redneck home. There will always be great George Strait, Bob Seger or Eagles songs on the jukebox... and of course there will always be the wise ass in the group (usually me) that will put in 5 bucks before we leave and secretly play one of the many terrible "Waffle House" songs, now forcing the remaining unsuspecting patrons to listen to "844739 Ways to Eat a Hamburger" twenty times before they likely unplug the jukebox. Ahhh, Waffle House. You are forever in my heart.