I flew in and out of Charlotte just last week! (on my way to Asheville). What I saw of it briefly was lovely. Also, Waffle House...mmm. My BFF and I had Waffle House three times in a 36-hour period. The first time was "OMG, SO LONG SINCE I'VE HAD WAFFLE HOUSE CAN WE GO FOR LUNCH, PLZ?" and the next two were two consecutive nights of "it's 3AM and we're wasted on boxed wine...what should we do? WA-HO ACROSS THE STREET FROM OUR MOTEL, woohoo!" We were big hits both nights, especially as we made sure to program the jukebox with "I Saw Elvis At The Waffle House," aka the greatest song of all-time.
Yeah, I'm pretty fucking classy.
Seriously. Cheese'n'eggs. I miss them so much, living in SoCal.
Hash browns scattered, covered, smothered, chunked, diced, and capped, please.
My boyfriend's in Afghanistan, so when he comes back it's all "CAN WE GO TO WAFFLE HOUSE/CHICK FIL A/NICE THINGS I CAN'T HAVE." Um, yes?! Any excuse for Waffle House!
I've had the drunk-at-a-hotel-with-Waffle-House-next-door experience. It is FABULOUS. 3am Waffle House is just one of those amazing things. :3
I want hash browns now. AND APPLE BUTTER ON TOAST.
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Yeah, I'm pretty fucking classy.
Seriously. Cheese'n'eggs. I miss them so much, living in SoCal.
Hash browns scattered, covered, smothered, chunked, diced, and capped, please.
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I've had the drunk-at-a-hotel-with-Waffle-House-next-door experience. It is FABULOUS. 3am Waffle House is just one of those amazing things. :3
I want hash browns now. AND APPLE BUTTER ON TOAST.
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WAFFLE HOUSE.
goddamn it, I can't even have hashbrowns now.
I need to find a recipe - it's not the same tired-as-hell-dirty-like-after-a-muddy-track feeling but I'LL TAKE IT.
Shit. 6 months. I CAN'T DO IT. I CAN'T WAIT SIX MONTHS.
My little heart's begging for its favourite drug. BEGGING.
... I just flailed. in class. oops.
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