We don’t see a lot of Waffle Houses in our part of the country – thank Heaven. But get south of Massachusetts, and they proliferate.
Driving down to Florida in early February, Kathy and I were looking for a breakfast place. We had scooted out of our motel to beat the early Washington DC traffic and hadn’t take the time to look up a breakfast place on our computer before we left. So we arbitrarily got off at a busy off-ramp and looked for a place to eat.
Nothing, nada … except for a Waffle House.