When I first went to work at my company I used to roll up in my Camry like an H-Town G drinking from my Waffle House cup. Our parking attendant who grew up two blocks from campus once told me, “my uncle told me that there’s only three people a black man will invite to Waffle House. Their minister, a jail house attorney, or the Fiesta manager.”
I played baseball in high school for two years when we came back from SA. Every year our coach signed us up for a tournament in Arkadelphia so we could eat at Waffle House.
Love me some Waffle House. Spent a lot of time in Tennessee and further south. Breakfast at Waffle House and the a bag of boiled peanuts for snacking later. Best purchased in a rent car.
You’re being a lipid alarmist. You probably drive by chicken houses at three am playing Blue Oyster Cult’s “Godzilla” to raise their stress levels. You’re evil.
