“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…”
The way that this excerpt describes the symbolism of the Statue of Liberty can also explain the way many of us feel when we see the bright yellow glow of a Waffle House.
Whether in the early morning or in the dark depths of night, one institution can always be relied upon to supply nourishment that no other place can offer.
Greasy, inexpensive and invariably welcoming, Waffle House is a haven for anybody who does not fear preconceived notions and understands that there are as many unwritten rules as written ones.
Mechanics, painters, doctors, teachers and everyone in between make up the patrons of a place where the fetters of the lonely and unfeeling outside world are temporarily let go.
The crackling sound of eggs being fried up and the sweet smell of waffles hits the senses like a freight train upon entering, while an old song that has been played far too many times plays on the digital jukebox.
After ordering food and witnessing the quick skills of the line cooks, it is time to devour a sumptuous feast of deliciousness.
With a variety of options to choose from, one can eat anything from patty melts, omelets, the All-Star special and hash browns smothered and covered and so on.
Every precious bite matters as the food fills you up and gives you energy after a long day. The food, matched with the company of friends, creates feelings and memories that are irreplaceable.
There are few things that could make the Waffle House experience a negative one, except the occasional first-timer without any cultural intelligence.
For those who are unfamiliar with the restaurant: take a chance; do not let expectations get in the way, and allow Waffle House to permeate into you in its natural course. You might make a few friends along the way.
