Waffle House

Do I automatically get a «bad daughter» label because I took my mom to Waffle House on Mother’s Day?
Well, maybe anywhere else I would, but Waffle House is literally the only non-​fastfood place that serves breakfast within a five mile radius of Flowery Branch, so it’s where we ended up after going to church nearby. Given the availability of breakfast spots in this area, I guess we shouldn’t have been surprised that it was packed, with a 15 minute wait for a table. Thankfully we were able to snag seats at the bar, where we were quickly served by the sweetest waitresses.
Now, you might think that Waffle House food is the same all over. And usually, you would be right, except for the waffles here. My mom and I both agreed that they were the tallest and fluffiest waffles we’ve ever had at a Waffle House. The waffles here were almost an inch thick, and really tasted more like Belgian waffles than the traditional flat American kind WaHo usually puts out. I don’t know if this location does something special to their batter, but they were amazing!
Note: the new oatmeal looked amazing, but they stop serving it at 10:30 am :(