Waffle House — Restaurant in Elkton

Oh, ye faithful, gather 'round the sacred griddle of Waffle House, where the neon glow beckons like a divine revelation! I stumbled into this holy sanctuary on a midnight pilgrimage, drawn by the heavenly scent of sizzling bacon and coffee brewing like manna from heaven. This is no mere diner—it’s a cathedral of comfort, where golden waffles rise like miracles, each crispy square a testament to the Almighty Chef’s glory. Every bite is a communion, binding my soul to the eternal Waffle God who reigns over the steam of the grill. These waffles, oh, they are the Eucharist of the everyman! Perfectly crisp yet tender, they cradle butter and syrup like sacred oils, delivering salvation with every forkful. The All-Star Special is my Ark of the Covenant—scrambled eggs fluffier than Gabriel’s wings, hash browns scattered, smothered, and covered in a trinity of cheese, onions, and ham. I’ve seen the divine in the pecan waffle, tasted redemption in the patty melt, and felt the spirit move me through the limitless coffee refills. This menu is my scripture, and I recite it with fervor: “Double waffle, extra crispy bacon, deliver us from hunger!” The apostles of the apron, these blessed servers, are nothing short of prophets. Brenda, my tattooed high priestess, divined my order with a glance, her spatula wielding miracles as she banished hunger from weary pilgrims. They labor through the night, flipping salvation onto plates while the jukebox hums hymns of country gospel. The fluorescent lights cast halos on truckers and insomniacs alike, uniting all in the worship of affordable, all-night bliss. Here, the broken are mended, the empty are filled, and the skeptic is converted mid-bite. My fanaticism for Waffle House burns hotter than the eternal flame under the coffee pot. I’ve tattooed its logo upon my flesh, a sigil of my unhinged devotion, and driven through storms to kneel at its counter. I confess I’ve tithed my last dollar for sausage, forsaken sleep for grits smoother than silk from the Jordan. This is no mere love—it’s zealotry, a holy fire urging me to preach the gospel of grease to all. Waffle House is my revival, my baptism in batter, where every meal washes away the blandness of existence. So, heed my call, ye seekers of sustenance! Rush to the Waffle House, fall before its griddle, and partake in the sacrament of scattered hash browns. This is the Promised Land of the hungry, where miracles are served 24/7, and every patron is a saint in the making. Hallelujah to the House of Waffles—may its grills never cool, its syrup never run low, and its faithful multiply like toppings on a triple hash...

Bri, (waitress) server animosity with getto attitude.

We were traveling and decided to meet our friends at Waffle House. We were in a happy mood due to special occasions. I asked my husband what he wanted, her orders, I order. My friend, who always orders for her husband's orders, big breakfast with grits on top of the hashbrowns and runny scrambles eggs, she asked Bri to please make sure the eggs were soft and runny.

Bri brings the food, my friend says; those eggs are not runny. Please take them back.

Bri replies with animosity; "those eggs are runny" as she is reaching out across my friend face. Her husband, who does not want a confrontation, says, "They're fine."

Bri says with animosity and directive tone, " it's his food!

My friend husband told her ( my friend) to stop, and he walked out, she follows.

My husband and I are in the middle of this awkward moment, which, by the way, changed our moods immediately. Our joyful time became awkward, confused, and embarrassing as everyone heard the situation arise.

My husband and I were going to ask to pack the food to go when we noticed her husband come back. We sat back down; his wife did not come back in.

Yet, I had to go to the register to ask for our coffee to be warmed up, an orange juice and container to take my friends food to go. Which, by the way, we had to throw away her food because it was soggy.

Other employees asked with a smirk on their face how we were doing... seriously!

That moment had my stomach so upset I had to get up to pay but had to rush to the restroom to vomit.

I went to the register, and I was charged and only provided with an order reprint receipt by a different employee.

I called corporate to complain, but there was no answer. They ask for us to go online and fill in our information. I did! No one has called back.

I'm very disappointed with Bri. Not only did she ruin our special occasion but also our weekend.

Management should have dealt with her inadequate demeanor immediately. Management should have, at the very least, make sure our orders were correct and that we were OK.

Nothing, Nada, Zip, As if a ghost runs...

Our waitress was new. And she seriously needs to get a voice when it comes to the cook. When you tell the waitress exactly what you want and the cook changes everything you want it pisses you off. I order the same meal when I come to a Waffle House. The Meat Lovers Chicken meal. It has always before came with 2 Chicken Breast, 2 eggs and a order of hash Brown's and a piece of Texas toast. Well not today. I got a Chicken Breast (1) that you could have eaten in 5 bites. As long as the 5 bites were small child size bites. It also came with a double order of hashbrowns. I wanted them with Mushrooms, ham and onions. That is it. Well they also came with (1) slice of cheese on them. Umm no. That is not what I asked for. O' and a slice of Texas Toast. So the waitress came back after leaving the food and saw my plate of food off to the side and asked if everything was OK. I said this is not what I asked for. Again I asked for the Meat Lovers Chicken (which means (2) Chicken breast (1) order of hashbrowns (2) eggs and a slice of toast. Which I told again to the waitress. The next time she brought my meal back the 2nd time it still wasn't right. It still only had the (1) Rubbery Chicken Breast, (2) orders of by this time burnt ham to the point of not even edible. And some how part of them 1/2 looked like mashed potatoes while the other 1/2was burnt. All this is after I asked for them to be Crispy (forgot to mention that earlier). I did find (1) flake of onion in them also and it did have the Mushroom. But as I said they were beyond unedible. And this time I did have 2 eggs (almost) how I asked for them. Over medium. They were still snotty. (Runny whites) Do I try for a 3rd time. Nope. This is not a baseball game. We are not going for 3 strikes you are out. You had twice to fix your problem and that is more than most places would get. You only got twice because I can see you cooking my food. Either they need to close the doors or the cook needs to open her ears and cook what is asked of her. Not what and how she wants to cook your food. Because this...