Huddle House

Great place to eat and very courteous, helpful servers!!! I’m a southern girl but have traveled a lot. Would choose hospitality down here any day over some rude robot like people up north!!!

Oh my goodness.
What am I to even say? We went one morning for breakfast.
Let’s set this up. Huddle House is a chain (?) in Southern Georgia, like a Southern style IHOP with far unhealthier food. You felt fat eating at IHOP? Please.
There are some portion-​sizes on the menu here that I vom’d a little bit just reading about. Pancakes. Waffles. Cornbread. Sausage. Grits. Gravy. Bacon. Oh, and that’s just the appetizer.
And the clientele? We’ve got local high-​school football linebacker «downing» every item on the menu — literally, I think our waitress said a local boy came in and ordered one of everything on the menu after a game once — and finished it. And in strolls alligator-​wrestler-​guy in camo thigh-​high waders. Arguing at the table next to him is 16 year old meth-​addict daughter fighting in a hushed voice with dad (God, I hope that wasn’t her husband), puffy-​eyed and red in the face because she’s been crying over breakfast (or she’s still high, who knows).
W.
T.
F.
Oh, and SOMEONE got here on a golf cart… as witnessed by the one parked right out front next to the main entrance.
Seriously though, my parents had a really bad dinner experience here. Think: rude «waitress» on the phone completely ignoring them and then a still-​frozen cheesecake. I mean, we know you didn’t make that lump of fat fresh, but don’t add insult to injury by not even thawing it!!!
For fast food breakfast, which is all I would recommend this place for, it’s enough to fill the tummy — and the toilet bowl later.
For some of the standard review questions:
Attire: Casual (extremely), don’t have to take your gator-​waders off
Good for kids: Absolutely not. Unless you’re trying to kill them.
Delivery: Of laughable Unilocal review, yes.
Outdoor seating: I’m sure the curb would suffice.
Wi-​Fi: What’s that?
Ambience: Fat.
Good for: An insta-​stroke.
Caters: What, like the animal? Naw, we don’t serve that here. Try down the road.