The hotel did not have free breakfast, so we went to the Waffle House around the corner. I had the best seat in the place where I could watch the staff working. What a beehive of activity! The wait staff almost ran, rushing from table to a point where they shouted orders at the cooks. At least three cooks stood at their stations, slinging food about efficiently. Their feet hardly moved. The man I could see best was the one who continuously cooked waffles, made toast, and buttered it. The next man cooked eggs and bacon, lifting a heavy bacon press from time to time to remove cooked slices. I have no idea how they remembered what to put on the plates. Grits were added last by the waitress. She used a dipper to plop a pool of grits on the side. I was amused, too, by the menu listing city ham. City ham? What was that? Then it came to me. We were in the South where country ham is often a salty choice. This made you think about the specific kind of ham you were going to get. At the edge of the dining area, the waitresses scraped the scraps into a garbage can. There was no room or time for a bus boy to operate.
John saw another quiet drama at the door. A couple came in, spoke to a waitress, and went back out. She handed them mugs of coffee outside the door, where they smoked cigarettes and sipped coffee until a table was ready. He didn’t think that would happen in the North.
I love eating slowly, savoring every bite. That was hard to do with the wait staff whizzing by and shouting orders, the cooks slinging food, and the line at the door growing longer by the minute. Our seats had no chance to cool before a foursome was sitting down to order. I couldn’t think of digesting my food until we were out of sight of that whirl wind.
How would you peg this establishment? The food was fast in a sit-down environment. Would its genre be fast down food?
Perhaps it would. I am like you in that I like to relax in a quiet environment when I am eating. 🙂
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Maybe I should have put on noise-blocking headphones and blinders. I’m glad you and I agree on the ideal dining experience.
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I always thought city ham was just the same as country ham except covered with a layer of pollution and vandalized in a couple of places. 🙂
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Oh! Bun! You always have a priceless view to share!
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Oh the joys of Waffle House…I’ve only been once! I think Cracker Barrel is more my speed.
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I like both. Maybe I’d choose Waffle House for breakfast and Cracker Barrel for other meals.
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Much as I love waffles, I don’t like wolfing down my food. As long as the experience was good, that’s all the counts.
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I don’t get why everyone was rushing as if they were running from a storm.
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I presume the Waffle House staff was in high gear to serve all the hungry folks who wanted breakfast in a snap. This was only the second time I ate in one, the other being a few weeks ago in Asheville. I did not notice such a hectic scramble in that one. Maybe there was a hyper manager threatening the workers behind the scene.
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Maybe, looks really unfriendly though. If you stay longer you tend to spend more right?
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We didn’t spend more, because coffee refills were free. We’re not likely to go back to that Waffle House, anyway.
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I like how you made the Waffle House come alive via your words and descriptions. You have the beginnings of a story. 😉
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Thank you Sheryl. I wish I had the gift of storytelling. I’m just a reporter of things I see.
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