Waffle House

This restauraunt dosen’t exist and stupid Unilocal doesn’t have an option to report this. Thanks for wasting my time Unilocal

Nothing makes me feel like a kid at Christmas like a trip to the Waffle House. Its sort of similar? When I was a kid, Christmas morning brought the promise of toys and candy. A trip to the Waffle House promises a plate of good old fashioned greasy goodness.
Every Waffle House in America is similar. The are all dingy, greasy spoons. The servers all need a good dose of Customer Service training. And the people watching is awesome. What made this Waffle House different is Pickles. Actually it was a waitress who wore the name Pickle on her name tag. I wonder if that’s her real name?
Here’s the greasy bottom line: You either love or hate the Waffle House. There’s no middle ground. Personally, I love each and every Waffle House I’ve been to. If I had my druthers, I would eat breakfast there every day. Unfortunately, all the Lipitor in the world wouldn’t save me from a stroke if I did. So the Waffle House remains a once I year, guilty pleasure that I always look forward to.

I really love Waffle House but this experience was pretty uncomfortable. It seemed kind of dirty in the restaurant and several of the servers and cooks were outside smoking when we got there and I’m not sure they washed their hands afterwards which made me uncomfortable. Our server was good and the food was OK; not as good as usual but I may have been turned off. They have a new jukebox which was pretty cool– many more selections.

The food is always usually good, but the waitresses need more customer service training. Once one of the waitresses brought out our food, set the plates down, noticed one order was completely wrong, and said, «Oh it’s wrong», then just walked away! Then she never came back to correct the issue, get us refills, or check on us. Granted we know what to expect at a Waffle House diner, but come on!