Every time I've been to a Waffle House I've been served sour milk. Whatever you do, turn up the cold on the milk fridge, okay?

I received oral pleasure from a Waffle House waitress in Knoxville, TN.

One night after an Aerosmith concert the guys and I were starving and went to the closest restraunt, a Waffle House.

Of course, that's what everyone else at the concert who was hungry decided to do too. One of my friends got the last steak in the place, and the workers eventually had to turn people away because they ran out of food.

And to top it off, one of the guys working there told us that he was just filling in, and that it was supposed to be his day off.

I miss waffle house :(

If you work for a fellow named Bob Merical (who used to own several Waffle House's in the Southwest Missouri area) beware: he ripped me off several hundred dollars.

Old joke...

What has 6 teeth and 6 tits? The late shift at Waffle House.

Just to let you know, I submitted this with a better headline, "Farker PreacherOTLC is going to work the third shift at his local Waffle House. Hillarity ensues" Should have used instead, "Belgian Waffle surrender" .

Tomcat, you missed chunked and topped. Nothing beats Bert's chili on top of hashbrowns w/ onion, ham, cheese, and jalepenos along and a pecan waffle at 2:30 in the morning.

We have two waffle houses here in Clinton, South Carolina. They are on either side of the highway. I've actually been glad for this one sunday morning, as one was full and I had to go to the other one to eat. Being from Chicago, I consider the Waffle House to be part of the southern experience.

beware the late night after club rush hour. lots of drunk guys.. lots of drunk girls. wait.. that second part is a good thing.

to let you know, I submitted this with a better headline, "Farker PreacherOTLC is going to work the third shift at his local Waffle House. Hillarity ensues" Should have used instead, "Belgian Waffle surrender" .


You're both retards. Shutup.

A friend and I went to a local Waffle House, and unfortunately my friend made direct eye contact with the waitress. The longer he maintained the glassy stare, his IQ dropped proportionately. He is now the manager of that Waffle House.

Waaaaaaahhhh....

We need a Waffle House in Chicago. They are teh r0x0r!!

Two things about Waffle House.

I used to deliver produce to a local Waffle House in FLA. The thing that amused me about it was the sign in the kitchen saying "Employees are not allowed to bring firearms to work" or something of that effect.

The second, much more macabre story, involved what happened to some 3rd shift workers at the same waffle house. I guess some ex-employees broken in through the back door and attempted to rob the place. They ferried the workers into the back cooler and proceeded to slit their throats. The bodies weren't discovered till the next morning. Delivering to that restaurant after that happened was always a surreal experience.

I used to live in a town with two Waffle Houses on the -same- side of the street, approximately a quarter mile apart. They built one to replace the other, but had so much business that they kept them both open.

Never been to a Waffle House.

Never been to a Wal-Mart either. North Jersey is different that everywhere else. I can't even punp my own gas.

don't bring me my hash browns unless them biatches are a bit brown. i farking hate when they bring them just slightly warmed over and mushy. i need texture! it must crunch!

and i'm too much of a pussy to send food back. i just know they will spit in it.

I went to WH early one morning/late one night, probably about 6am. Some friends and myself had been up all night on...well, it rhymes with LFG. Still feeling unreal, Waffle House was just the jumpstart back to reality we needed. Or so we thought.

Of course my jackass friend sits down in a booth right next to a table with four cops. He was kind of a Tyler Durden type, so it makes sense in a way. Anyway, those cops stared us down from minute one, and we found it completely impossible to act human again. Then another dumbass friend said something like, "oh, dude, I'm still trippin' hard. That got even bigger stares. I don't remember the rest of it, just that the cops did not accost or arrest us for public intox of some kind.

Rug_Daniels


Tomcat, you missed chunked and topped. Nothing beats Bert's chili on top of hashbrowns w/ onion, ham, cheese, and jalepenos along and a pecan waffle at 2:30 in the morning.

You either don't eat at Waffle House a 2 in the morning after hard benders like me or you have a cast iron stomach.

I don't think you can call it a bender if it ends at 2 in the morning. Maybe a flopper.

On the way out of the "restaurant", I usually order a side of hash browns to go, so's I can take it home. I like to put it in the corn/sourmash press out behind the barn so I can squeeze enough grease out to cover the ball joints on my truck...cheaper than Quaker State!

(Honestly, I'm not drunk) Never been to a Wal-Mart either. North Jersey is different than everywhere else. I can't even pump my own gas.

I once visited a Waffle House in N.C. I had long hair and was from Boston, so I was not received well from patrons or staff. The only comment I remember was, "You ain't from aroun' here, is you boy." I fled quickly, and that was even before the grits came...... Fark that

In theory, the waffle soaks up the beer but I d
idn't say there wasn't a price to pay the next afternoon.

Third shift at Waffle House. That's really the bottom of the food chain. Good Luck!

code_monkey


A friend and I went to a local Waffle House, and unfortunately my friend made direct eye contact with the waitress. The longer he maintained the glassy stare, his IQ dropped proportionately. He is now the manager of that Waffle House.

So thats how they get new employees? I always wondered. Thank god that whenever I eat there I'm to drunk to maintain eye contact.

Have you ever noticed that Waffle House restaurants are located in places that have numbered freeway exits?
I think there is very little better than getting a late-night meal at Waffle House.

Bennyhana


I don't think you can call it a bender if it ends at 2 in the morning. Maybe a flopper.

I'm over 30, anything after 2 is a bender. particularly on weekends when I often start drinking at noon or 1

Actually Digitalstrange, here in Virginia I understand if the eye contact thing doesn't work, prospective employees are simply pressganged.

What the hell is Waffle House? A restaurant that specializes in waffles? Why would I pay for food I can make at home? You might as well open a Toast Tavern or Coffee Shop.

Dopey friend: Is the coffee free?
Waitress: No, its $1.50.
Dopey friend: Are there free refills?
Waitress: Yes.
Dopey friend: How much are the free refills?

OpposableThumbs

I have such a feeling that that Waffle House is the one down the road to me. I as well have (sorta) long hair, and even I, a misplaced Northerner (D.C. native) get recieved oddly. Plus, my town is full of hick-ass rednecks that would say that.

OK, I downloaded a PDF of the menu. Approximately 8% of the menu is devoted to waffles. What the hell? They should be called Hamburger Hut because they serve more varieties of hamburgers than waffles.

You call that a waffle house? You haven't seen a true waffle house!

Goddamn I'm hungry.

We do need some sort of waffle house around Chicago... all we have are these pancake houses... international houses of pancakes... eerie...

Waffle-orderoverlight-plate-hashbrowns-scatteredsmotheredcovered-onebacon-cris p

Breakfast fit for a king.

The late hours at Waffle house is where/when the convicted pedofiles of my town like to hang out.

No, really, I checked.

(and what kind of po-dunk place has a two-drink refill minimum for soft drinks)

But other than that, and the jerks that sit there and play the "Waffle House" songs over and over and over and over again, it's alright. As soon as you go crazy.

My fondest memories of Waffle House involve coming home from my old residential high school and discovering that I had an enormous workload. I soon discovered that I did some of my best work at Waffle House, so I spent much of the remaining year going there on the weekends. Sometimes, if it was really rough, I would stay there from 11pm-4am. The coffee was always good, and the staff was always friendly. In fact, during that period I became good friends with a few of the waitresses. I love Waffle House.

This is very much off topic, but I want everyone to know that Smirnoff Twist Vanilla and Minute Maid Valencia Orange go together really really well. Also, I am the "ow" in the word "sound." And if you tell anyone....

aside: the topic should've been "french toast surrenders"

I have fond memories of waffle housin' as a kid, and I was going to eat there last week on my way to Atlanta, but I forgot how rude southerners are when it comes to smoking in public places.

"ma'am, could you not smoke? I'm allergic"
"don't you disrespect me, boy!"

>_<

"...and I have a message here that I'd like to read; it comes from the National Pancake Institute; and it says: fark waffles".

/George Carlin

My friends and I (NEVER fewer than 3 of us) used to go to the "Awful House" near campus when I was at the U. of Georgia. We usually went late at night as a study break. I don't remember much about the food though, I mostly remember wanting to get the h*ll out of there ASAP. It seems the locals that would hang out in the parking lot weren't too fond of college students.

Fleener

For years the Waffle House near me didn't even serve Waffles. They specialize in coffee that would wake the dead and food greasy enough to soak up all the alcohol you just drank. The main appeal when they first opened in the south was that they were the only place to eat after 9:00 at night when you were traveling.

Traveling from Florida to Maryland one night, my sister and I stopped at a Waffle House in Georgia early one morning at about 4 am. My sister had just had a baby, and he was along with us on the trip. Our waitress, about 19 years of age, proceeded to tell us how she was just pregnant, but instead chose to have an abortion. She went into all the gory details, including some post-operative effects. It was a scary experience. We never prompted her for the information, she just went right into it.

My friends and I stopped in one night for some food after bowling and we decided to play the Waffle House Birthday song 7 times in a row on the jukebox. Well, after the second time, the employees got fed up and turned the jukebox off and taped a sign to it that said "Don't play that damn Waffle House song!" Before we left, we had all the employees autograph it. It was the best night ever! ...kind of...not really...