Waffle House — Restaurant in Decatur

Look, you don't roll into a Waffle House for linen tablecloths or a sommelier. You come here for the absolute, unvarnished truth of American diner food, served up at any ungodly hour the craving hits you. It's a glorious, greasy, beautifully efficient machine, a beacon of yellow neon cutting through the dark, welcoming anyone, no matter their station or state of inebriation. Step inside and the symphony begins. The clatter of plates, the sizzle of the flat-top, the cooks, these culinary warriors, barking orders with a rhythm that only makes sense to them, flinging hash browns "scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, diced, peppered" across that smoking surface with an almost balletic grace. It's theater, raw and real, playing out right in front of you. My usual? The All-Star Special, naturally. A classic pecan waffle, because you're not a savage. Eggs, over easy, just trembling. A few strips of bacon, crisped to the point of shattering. And those hash browns, always "scattered, smothered, and covered," a golden-brown carpet of potato, onion, and cheese. It's not subtle. It's not delicate. It's pure, unadulterated comfort, designed to soak up last night's regrets or fuel the coming day's indignities. The coffee flows like a river, hot and black. The service is brisk, no-nonsense, just like it should be. This isn't a place for pretense, for asking about the provenance of your eggs. This is honest food, cooked by honest hands, for honest hunger. It's an anomaly, a constant, a beautiful, unchanging monument to the democratic ideal of breakfast. Whether it's 3 AM after a bad decision or 7 AM heading out on the road, Waffle House is always there, always faithful. And sometimes, that's exactly what you need. It's better than The French...

I pd $7.03 for my call in order of Texas cheesesteak(bacon on side of) sandwich meal with HB +HAM&CHEESE. I PD,PICKED UP WENT TO CAR. when checking my order REALIZE THERE'S NO SANDWICH. WHEN EXITING vehicle THE COOK WAS WALKING back inside.i precede to tell him they didnt get my order rt..just missing half myorder-.get inside he cooks it&. Waitress gonns tell me $8.00+ please..(FOR THE SANWICH) I told 'em "NO I PD 703 ALREADY &need to pay the dif AND ADD A COKE PLEASE" ..and THE GIRLS BEGAN TELLING ME .."we cant give u food u wont pay for".. .MEANWHILE I SAY I ALREADY PD WHAT I THOUGHT WAS MY ORDER.. .AGAIN AT 3AM...THE 2 GIRLS ON SHIFT STILL PROCEED TO BE AWFUL, while all customers are coming in seeing me get treated in the ridiculous manner.. 1 TELLING ME -"U DIDNT ORDER THE SANDWICH TIL CAME BK IN"(noooo i told cook on way bk in & ya. As i came bk in) that my sandwich wasnt in my bag & AS IM GETTTING FRUSTRATED THE OTHER GIRL TALKS BOUT "CALLING COPS" CUz im standing up for what the SIMPLE FACTS ARE SAYING I NEVER ORDERED IT @ALL &WHAT SENSE DO WHAT YOUR TELLING ME MAKE -WHEN U GOT MY SPECIAL ORDER MADE RIGHT ..JUST DIDNT DO SANDWICH THAT THE BACON WAS SUPPOSED 2 BE ON SIDE OF. .& ALL PLL INCLUDING ME SAY. REALLY????? I still prove my point by STATING - IF I DIDNT ORDER OR IF yoU NEVER HEARD ME SAY.IT..THEN HOW DID YOU GET HALF MY ORDER CORRECT? I.E. BACON ON SIDE? SMH...MADLY THREATENS TO CALL COPS again I &all in store nead me are in awwwhh of how ridiculous..behavior was Of the 2 employees were 'cuz theymessed up.. THOSE 2 CHICKS WKN. 3rd SHIFT. ARE RIDICULOUS.

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Stepped to the counter, right in front of the cash register, with the intent to place a to go order. Since everyone in the place acted like I wasn't standing there, even though they looked right at me, I went ahead & took a seat. Minutes later, still no acknowledgement that I existed. After a few more minutes, another customer walks in. Sits on the stool right beside me. Immediately, he is greeted, served a cup of coffee, given a menu, silverware & a few moments to ponder his order before actually placing it. I continue to be, apparently, invisible. With that, I removed myself from the establishment as I was on the verge cussing some people out. So you tell me ... bigotry or a mere oversight? Why could the person sitting beside me be seen while I was in an alternate universe? What made him worthy to be acknowledged & served, while I was deemed a second class citizen? Waffle House by the bridge won't have to worry about me swingin' by there anymore. They all look like a bunch of spun out meth heads and pill...