Waffle House.  My love affair with Waffle House began during the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore years of college.  Previously I had actually avoided them as they are admittedly somewhat seedy in appearance (I think its contractually required by the franchise).

It was the summer and I was down visiting some friends at Virginia Tech (my alma mater).  We had a particularly hard night of partying and were in need of some recuperation the next morning.  Enter Waffle House, stage left.  Whatever, I wasn’t in any condition to argue, so off we went.  And let me tell you, it was fabulous.  Not the world’s greatest SELECTION mind you, but not bad either, and mighty tasty; quick service and cheap to boot.

As fate would have it that was one of my ONLY Waffle House experiences, I later met my future wife and she wasn’t too keen on them (I haven’t really figured on why yet).  I think I have been back maybe 3-4 times, but every time we see one around breakfast time, I always suggest it.

I only bring this up because some friends of mine are planning a weekend breakfast at the Evans (Bob Evans that is).  Bob is also excellent for breakfast, but he’s no Waffle House.  So if you have been avoiding the House that Waffles built, go out and give it a shot.

You’re gonna love it.