Pulling into a Waffle House, any Waffle House, during third shift is always a roll of the dice. It is a game of chance with many variables, the staff, the clientele, and the force multiplier that is Waffle House. We arrived around 130AM and I followed the widely approved Waffle House protocol waiting to be seated at the door with my band of bar weary travelers. The staff went about the business with no regard to us, no eye contact was made, no greetings were heard. Still we waited. My wife becoming impatient stopped a waitress in her tracks to ask if we could please have a table. The lady motioned towards one of the several empty booths and moved on. Some silverware was thrown down, 3 sets for 4 of us, and our waitress handled us much like the head nurse handles patients in line for Thorazine at the sanitariums of old. We put our order in and Coffee was brought out quickly along with our waters. The food was fine, standard fare, and our table made conversation by quizzing one another on various Waffle House trivia. Yes, Bert is real, and no one seems to care about that fact anymore. The Wa-Ho effect was fast and we had to push on lest we become trapped by the gravity exerted by this place. Besides I was getting thirsty. The waitress, who did not have time for us outside of the absolute bare minimum that her training had prepared her for, did not bring refills for the water. A wicked thirst cut in and it was time to go. I scooped up my check and shuffled off to the register like a bovine being just wandering around looking for boundaries and direction from anyone. At the register no pleasantries were exchanged, no light banter, I offered that we had a lot of fun and enjoyed our food, she smiled and punched the keys on the register with the force of a felon hammering out license plates in the pokey. I then ventured with the statement that I was thirsty because she had not brought any refills. With that she looks at me with a gaze that communicated hatred for all things soft, plush, and colorful. A truly soul murdering gaze, and said flatly, âsorryâ. Fearing for the safety of myself and fellow companions I paid, left our tip, and exited as quickly as my feet would allow. Stumbling into the parking lot the humidity and heat hit my face and the spell was quickly broken. With each step closer to the car the effect of the force multiplier was decreased and my senses returned. I came home and drank much water, water I wanted earlier, water that tasted sweeter...
   Read moreMartha the Waffle House greeter was so rude to 3 young men who asked us if we wanted to sit at the bar (while we waited on a booth) b4 sitting down she tells them well I didnât say you could sit there. Then doesnât do the same as an elderly man walks in. Because of her rudeness they left and we will not be back either. Itâs a shame too bc anyone who knows me knows how much I love the WH! Hope her prejudice attitude made her happy. Just moved to the island a week ago and very disappointed to know I will have to find another breakfast place to eat. And upon sitting at our booth our waitress blames the eggs on the floor that I almost slipped on to the sand. When I said no itâs eggs she then replies well we have had a lot of ppl sit here. Yeahhhh, they say service with a smile yet every employee there was so unhappy. But weâre not gonna let it ruin our day! Maybe when they lose business the employees...
   Read moreWas snubbed by 2 different waitresses while trying to place a togo order. First one told me i had to wait because people who got there first were waiting to sit down. Now i didnt want to sit but i didnt argue, i just waited too. When i saw her serving the people who all came in after me without giving me a second look, i went up again when another waitress, not doing anything, said someone else would help me. 10 minutes later, watching everyone else be served and get their food, a third waitress comes over and rudely asks what im doing. I just nicely say im waiting to place a togo order. After she cuts me off after everything i say, my order is...
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