Waffle House

The food is good, the waitstaff is friendly, the restaurant is clean. They serve breakfast all day. Whether you want steak and eggs or biscuits and gravy, everything they have is good eats.
My favorite is a triple hashbrowns All The Way. It’s a meal in itself. You better be hungry.
They are of course famous for their waffles which are golden crispy sweet and delicious. Spread the butter and syrup and go to town.

For a place that’s as commonplace as a Mickey D’s, Waffle House is kind of that place you kind of take for granted. You know it’s there, you know it’s good and fast but you keep driving past it on the highway ’cause of course there’ll be another one in 10 miles. I kinda wish I could collect mugs from each Waffle House location or antenna balls to just say, «yeah, I’ve been here» like a Hard Rock t-​shirt.
Everything on the menu is so incredibly cheap, I sometimes order too much just so I don’t feel bad paying with a credit card. I am in awe of how the servers and short order cooks make things happen behind the scene. I took a moment to listen to them shouting orders and even with my 10 years of management experience, I found it baffling. There are hands, margarine packets, coffee pots, papers, and syrup flying from all over amidst the sound of plastic and metal clanging.
The staff here is just so darn friendly and don’t bs with you. They don’t waste time schmoozing or making pointless small talk. They get your order, fill your coffee cup and clear your plates without even stopping their beeline back to the kitchen.
When you walk in, sit your butt down, grab a menu and order quick. Get a waffle, a plate of hash browns with everything on it and a side of grits. They’re all good. Trust me.
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Waffle House. That bastion of dining at any hour of the day.
Hash browns scattered, smothered, covered and chunked — sorry, there just isn’t any other way to eat them. Scattered — smothered on the grill, smothered — with onions, covered — with cheese and chunked — with ham, is the way to go. All that newfangled service such as diced (tomatoes), peppered (jalapenos), capped (mushrooms), topped (chili) or country (with gravy) just perverts a classic.
You can get waffles, pancakes, eggs and any other breakfast — or just about any other sort of food for that matter. Just don’t forget the hash browns.
Since 1955, the roadside diner has been dishing greasy fare about as quickly as it can be done — by calling out orders from the servers to the cooks, generally without tickets changing ever hands — until it comes time to pay the bill. If you’ve never seen this process, you need to see it at least once. It’s impressive, especially when they are busy (usually during standard breakfast hours and late night are some of the busiest times).
There are tricks that employees use, such as splitting up orders between cooks and servers for various tasks, orienting plates to indicate what goes on each plate and that sort of thing, but it is still a site to see — and when you are in the mood for greasy, truck-​stop fare, there is nothing quite like it.
As to this location? I have only been once, on a road trip of sorts, but it seemed to be newer construction, and the staff was among the friendliest I have ever encountered. The only real problem was getting into the place — it’s something of an access road and making the turn into their parking lot was a bit of a challenge. Once you are there it is like an oasis among all the industrial development around.