Waffle House

My entire trip to Atlanta, the one thing I was looking forward to was a waffle house. When I got there I was thoroughly disappointed. I mean there’s so many in the south in Georgia, and they almost every offramp so not only do I think it was the Denny’s on South I thought maybe they had good food. Well the wife and I had just gotten back across the state line from dropping our daughter off to college and since it was our last night before we head back to California we figured might as well try it is too late for any other restaurant cause are all basically closed. So we walk into the empty waffle house end staff are very friendly but it was cold is all get out. I felt like I was stepping into the 0° bar in Vegas. Not cool it’s already 80 something degrees and humid outside the cold air I swear explains why still have a sore throat right now and I’m sounding like someone scratched all my vocal chords. The waitress was in such a rush to get my order every time I said hold on to take them to come back to start my wife’s order for my wife’s right and make me wait while she talked to a friendly knucklehead when she came back alright and what I want to eat so I ordered that and then I just settle for my wife is drinking. And let me tell you sweet tea in Atlanta is more like sugar with brown cup coloring. So I had their All-​American breakfast special and the grits messed I say we’re way too firm the butter I put on them didn’t even do anything and it was even better was margarine which was negative the waffle was still doughy it may have been done it may have looked done but it tasted too flowery to doughy to not fully cooked the eggs are cooked perfectly fluffy but at that point I really was disappointed because my sausage were about the size of two silver dollars and that small what a morning sausage I’m used to bangers like I got at Coco’s here in California or even the links it IHOP but this was disappointing. The toast was so small was like they used in enriched White bread from your typical Kroger for $ 0.79 and it was barely toasted the butters I guess but I just didn’t even having to eat it I took it home and even when I got home was hard as a rock and I was still room which is just around the corner at our hotel. For the price two drinks to breakfast for $ 18 not bad you get what you pay for just me because I was so tired it wasn’t that great but next time I come to town they might get another chance maybe at another waffle house but I can say they were friendly

It took a while for us to get our food. The eggs were horrible, flies all around us.

Started off rough. None of the servers wanted to take my order.
Finally ordered the special and watched a fine team work to get food cooked and served.
Not the greatest service, but the food was hot and the order was perfect. Waited for a drink refill and ended up getting a refill to go.

I never know how one can rate a chain like McDonald’s — they serve greasy comfort food that’s not good for you but it’s never a risk because you always know that the food will always taste decent. However, I have never lived anywhere in the US that had a Waffle House so although I know that it’s a chain that’ almost everywhere in certain regions, to me, it’s still something new and interesting.
After arriving in our hotel after a long day’s flight, we found online that that there were two Waffle Houses along the strip of airport hotels that are opened 24 – 7 and we picked the one that had better rating on Unilocal.
The open kitchen looks pretty dirty, as I had already expected, but the service is pretty phenomenal. The lady helping us was friendly and patient as I pored through their plastic sheet of a menu.
I was hoping to finally try Fried Chicken and Waffles, but alas that was not on the menu. I was quite disappointed. My boyfriend ordered a sandwich that had beef patty in the middle, aka «Texas bacon patty melt» and I ordered a hashbrown that had everything on it, aka «All the Way.» My bf enjoyed his sandwich and I was both awed and scared by the grease surrounding my hashbrown — I knew that I was in for when I ordered it, but I was still nervous about eating it — will my stomach be able to handle oily potatoes covered by white sausage gravy, jalapeño, mushrooms, ham, sauteed onions, diced tomatoes, and processed cheese? (I opted out of also adding the chili).
Yes it was delicious.
No I did not finish it.
It is novelty food for me after all.

I come here regularly for lunch and it is one of the better Waffle Houses I’ve been to (and I’ve been to plenty). This is mainly due to the very friendly staff that is always attentive to your needs. The orders are always right and the food is good (for Waffle House). This one sometimes gets very busy for lunch (its right by the airport after all) and that is the only time there is any sort of wait for your food or a refill, but the staff works hard. The way they treat a couple regulars (not me, I’m talking ones that I’ve noticed come every day) is very sweet and friendly, in general it is the positive and happy attitude of the servers that make coming here for lunch a nice break during the workday.

I shouldn’t have to continually flag you down to ask for more water. I’m sitting at the bar. There are 26 of you. Someone sees my empty glass. Come on, ladies. I mean, I played enough music in the jukebox to keep everyone bumpin’ through lunch, you’re all happy and singing, and this is how you treat me?

So this waffle house location is disgusting. The services was horrible, It took us 40 minutes to get our sweet teas, another 30 minutes to get my food. When the food arrived it was nothing that I had ordered. She kept apologizing saying she is sorry, her excuse was to get all of the carry out orders done. UMMM MA’AM it is 8 other workers in here. I’ve never been to a NASTY A** waffle house. I did not even eat my food when it came out finally. I said pluck it and left

Delicious food, friendly staff, very inexpensive. If it didn’t make you gain weight I would eat here every day.

I love Waffle House. I’m talking love-​love. However, my visit to this particular one, left me scared and wanting more, like what I ordered…
We picked this location because it was 12 am after a concert, it was by our hotel, and I was starving… And as mentioned above, I love Waffle House. So we pulled up, go in, and there is a city of Atlanta police officer standing guard at the door… Really? Interesting.
Well we ordered, but they were sadly short staffed and we didn’t get our drinks until after we had placed our food order. The guy was very apologetic, which makes me okay with delayed drink and food receiving. We got our chicken biscuits first, and omg, they are amazing. Addictive, even.
Then I got my hash browns, which when he repeated the order was correct, but when I got them they were not. So I had them re-​made so he took a drink off of our order. Then when I got them back they were a little overcooked and still missing one of the essential ingredients I asked for… But oh well. I’m not a fussy person and he really was trying.
It was late. I was hungry. They fed me. It’s not Texas de Brazil. It’s Waffle House. So I’ll hush.

Waffle House is always my go to place if I want to sit down and eat after a night of partying or in the morning for breakfast. I love the hash brown!

Best breakfast at any time of day or night!

So why would anybody wanna review the Waffle House, you might ask. Or mebbe not.
I mean, they’re everywhere… so what’s to know?
Well, smartypants, did you know they’re home grown? Started right here in Hotlanta 50 some-​odd years ago. Avondale Estates to be exact.
You knew that?
Okay, did you know there are 1,500 of ‘em in 25 states, mostly south of the Mason-​Dixon line?
Knew that, too, eh? Whut… you don’t have a life, so you hang out on their website collecting earthshaking-​but-​totally-​irrelevant-​statistics?
Well, then you must know they’ve served up 21,000 miles of bacon, a billion (with a «b») orders of hashbrowns, and a trillion-​and-​a-​half (with a «t») eggs. Know how many were scrambled? I dunno either. I don’t think they kept those stats. Anyway, I’m still tryin’ to wrap my head around all that bacon stretched out, not just to way over yonder, but to hell and gone.
So they’ve earned their place alongside yer New England diners up north and yer roadhouses ‘n truck stops in them rectang’lar states a way out west, as a unique slice of Americana. Well, mebbe not unique anymore… what’s that other big word, starts with a «u»…oh yeah… ubiquitous.
There’s 3 of ‘em on the same street near my house, not a half-​mile from one another. But I live near the airport, so I reckon they cater to a lotta stranded yankees. Everybody’s gotta eat, right?
Here’s sumpthin’ you probly didn’t know. They serve more nekkid people than any other restaurant. Tha’s right… nekkid. I’m usin’ Lewis Grizzard’s definition here. He said, «if you’re naked, you simply got no clothes on… if you’re nekkid, you got no clothes on and yer up to sumpthin’» These folks wuz up to sumpthin’ awright. The most recent was a relative of another Atlanta restaurant mogul. Found him butt nekkid in the men’s room, tearin’ up the place. It was in all the papers.
Then there was the couple in Tennessee. She comes runnin’ and a’ hollerin’ in, wearing nuthin’ but freckles… and him hot on her tail… er, trail… with the same outfit. She locks herself in the bathroom and he hightails outta there in her car, with the local sheriff in hot pursuit. They wuz scattered, but not covered, so to speak.
Nuthin’ like that ever happens in the Waffle House in my neighborhood. All’s I ever see is partied-​out drunks and night-​shifters like me, too lazy or tired to go home and fix a peanut butter ‘n jelly samwich and go to bed.
Oh yeah, speakin’ of nekkidness, there’s that famous sign on the wall in every WH, in every town, in every state… says «Shirts and shoes must be worn to be served.» I ain’t never seen shirts and shoes walkin’ in by theirselves, wantin’ to be served, so I guess that sign’s workin’.
No matter. My ol’ English teacher, bless her heart, would be right proud that I picked up on that grammatical error.