We don’t have Waffle House in Minnesota. First time for everything.
I could have pre-wrote and planned some posts for while I was gone this weekend. But I didn’t. Sorry. In the past week I have started a new job (WOOT), semi-moved and was a bridesmaid in one of my nearest and dearest. Being I was in the wedding, I didn’t have much time for sightseeing. Or much of anything besides wedding stuff but that doesn’t bother me. I’ll be back there soon enough with my tourist pants on.
After a whirlwind of a weekend, my fella and pal piled ourselves into the car for the long drive home. We were so hungry, and we spotted a sign for Waffle House, a staple joint that apparently is scattered all across the country. We had eaten so incredibly well during the wedding festivities that a good ol’ fashioned diner joint sounded pretty good.
It was exactly how I imagined it. Old waitresses, young ones with sass, cooks sweating over the grill as they had orders barked at them. No updates to the decor, sticky booths and warm coffee.
I ordered up a “Cheesy Egg plate” which contained the most cheesy eggs I have ever had. No joke. It was like there was a kraft single with a little bit of eggs with it. I was thrilled. The grits were hot and tasty and the Raisin bread came with Musselmans apple butter. I was into it. I was even more into it when my side of bacon came with THREE strips. Not the ordinary two strips.
Would I go there again? Maybe. It was just something I had to try. My fella claimed it was our cultural experience for the weekend. Plus the waitress called me ‘Sugar’ which I always like.
Find your nearest Waffle House by visiting their website.
The one we found was at 4404 Northeast Antioch Road, Kansas City, MO.