Waffle House

they watered down their sausage gravy scraps to serve instead of making a fresh batch, a plate of gray water on hash browns came out instead of gravy. nasty and wont be going back.

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Do you like dive type diners? Well, this is your spot.
We pulled into the parking lot of the little yellow building and apparently this is the place everyone has to go if they are traveling. It is like there is one on every exit of the freeway – 85, 75, 285, 20, 400, 675, etc… I mean, you cannot miss the Waffle House.
You walk in and a lady with deep blue eyeshadow and BIG, BIG, BIG southern hair greets you with a, «Hey Y’all, anywhere ya want,» as she smacks her gum with a pencil either in her hair or in her hand taking an order. It is almost like a redneck «Mel’s Diner» if you remember «Alice.»
We chose a spot in the alley way. It is a long counter that lines the grill area where the waitresses stand. They are able to just lean over the counter to the table and take the guests orders and never really leave the grill/​kitchen area.
There is a juke box that apparently one must use while they dine at this «joint.» I played several Patsy Cline and Elvis songs as they are all free, so that we could fit in and really enjoy the experience.
Our waitress, I swear her name was Arlene, I swear. She had blue eye shadow, pink as hell lips, a tight double knit polyester uniform, HUGE reddish hair and massive southern charm. She greeted us and asked if we wanted tea (apparently «tea» anywhere in the south means sweet tea) or any other soda pop (okay, «soda pop,») like a «Co-​Cola»?
OMG… What the hell is a «Co-​Cola»?
Moving on… I decided on eggs over easy with hash browns. She asked me, «Do you want them thangs (referring to the hash browns) scattered, smothered, covered, diced and chunked?»
WTF???
«Sure,» I said, as long as none of that meant ‘meat’ is included. She told me that it would include some cubes of ham. What they heck are ‘cubes of ham’ anyway? So I said, «Just give those to me without the meat and we are cool.»
Arlene yells out, «Scattered, smothered and covered, diced not chunked like two on one.»
I have NO IDEA what the hell language she was speaking, and I am a language major; however, what she brought me was divine.
These hash browns were so super delicious I wanted more, if my full tummy could handle them – which it could not. I ate my eggs, my scattered, smothered and covered hash browns (on which I added tons of hot sauce) and was happy.
Will I try and return to this place during my visit, yes.
Stephani Smiles for Wafle House ;)

I have never have a bad experience at this waffle house. My food is always done right and the service is always fast!

This was the absolute worst experience i’be ever had at any Waffle House. Restaurant was very dirty. My waitress was miserable. I ordered eggs over medium and received over cooked eggs with no liquid yolk. Cook needs to learn how to cook. I desired a drink to go but they didn’t have any cups. I’ll never be back here and suggest the same for others. If people hate their jobs they should seek employment elsewhere!

Love Cheese Steak Omlet n Pecan Waffle! The people here are very friendly just like a family diner.

Call me old fashioned. Call me what you will. But THAT is what a Waffle House ought to be: bustling with friendly activity, a no nonsense waitress, and a superhuman line cook. I swear our food was on the table before I finished ordering. It was clean and quick. The folks here are pure diner professionals.

Ok, I’m a Waffle House junkie, especially since I grew up in the south and they’re everywhere. Their food is always good. to me… but they can work on keeping all of them cleaner! Everyone I’ve been to, I’ve never been impressed with the work crew, but they get the job done.

A few years ago I made my first journey to the greater Atlanta area. driving from the Airport to Noonan and back through Alpharetta I witnessed the existence of a new entity, the Waffle House. This previously had not been part of my world. I was on a tight schedule, 24 hours only, so I didn’t have time to investigate more thoroughly. I concluded they must be good because they were everywhere!
This summer, however, I was able to conduct my investigation. Obviously if one goes to the Waffle House that is the thing you order. I did. I got lectured later. No, not by any employee, or by anyone who was there at the time. Caring cousins of mine decided to explain to me that each one has a specific charm and I should have told them so they could go with me.
Along with my waffle I decided to play fast loose and dangerous by ordering things to which I knew I was allergic to but was sure I’d hate. I was wrong. I enjoyed my meal greatly, especially since there was abundant Tabasco. I now question whether I’m allergic to specific foods and am truly only allergic to BAD food. This was good food hence no anaphylaxis. Forgive my hyperbole. Obviously, I just got lucky on both fronts.