Waffle House

Waffle House is what it is but, for some reason, I can’t seem to help getting my hopes up. I know going in the front door that I’ve probably set my expectations too high. Today, I convinced myself, it would be different.
For the first time ever, I ordered my hash browns with a topping; «capped» and «diced», to be precise. There were so few mushrooms and tomatoes included that I first thought she forgot to add them. After picking through the hash browns for a while, I finally found some traces of those toppings. I couldn’t believe I paid extra for so little an addition. I asked my son, who has more experience with WH toppings than I do, if that’s what I should have expected. He shrugged his shoulders and said, «Yep, pretty much.» With topping names like «covered» and «smothered» and such, I had, frankly, pictured something else completely. Lesson learned. Add this to the list of historical disappointments.
On this occasion, the chicken breast was delicious, very nicely cooked and tasty. Eggs, toast, and hash browns were so-​so.
It’s not like I’ll never be back. I’m sure there’ll be some circumstance that makes a future visit to WH a reasonable option, but it just never turns out to be the kind of experience that makes me look forward to coming back.
Oh, and the waitress called me «honey», as if… (UGH)

What a way to start out our morning! Great food and big smiles… It’s all about «Nice Folks».