I don’t like the Waffle House. I love the Waffle House.
On the map below, I used to live in the red area. Now I live in one of those areas with a big “zero” on it, which is great for every other part of my life, except for my Waffle House addiction.
I admit, I took my proximity to Waffle Houses for granted. I was spoiled.
One Waffle House has closed, but for many years, on Jimmy Carter Blvd in Atlanta, you could walk out of one Waffle House, cross the street, and walk directly into another Waffle House. Business saturation to the extreme.
I miss it. Every-single-day, and especially on Saturday or Sunday mornings, when hungover.
But with that being said, it’s totally southern hibachi.
