There are at least five Waffle Houses in a three mile radius of my house that I can immediately call to mind. I am not a breakfast person, but I tend to date men who are. In an attempt to avoid IHOP (mostly due to crowds) and other such places, I tend to lure them to a place we have in the ATL named J. Christopher’s. I just noticed the one nearest to me closed. A couple YEARS ago. Did I mention I don’t do mornings, or breakfast?
But Waffle House never dies. It used to be the last refuge for smokers. Back before people got to pick and chose what vices to chastise people over. Waffle Houses were essentially trucker food. There is one at nearly every interstate exit in the south. On a long trip at any hour you could get your eggs and bacon with a Pecan Waffle. I do love me a Pecan Waffle…though it has been at least a decade since I had one. I don’t know why. Waffle House was either road trip food or hangover food in Grad school.
In Athens Georgia, home of the Georgia Bulldogs, I lived in five points in a rental duplex not far from my brother and the Waffle House. My brother lived in the fancy pants part (and still does) and was very cheap. He would or his wife would suggest that the only reason I stopped by was because I wanted a free co-cola. Which I did. But it wasn’t that serious. It was certainly not the only reason I stopped by, I adored my brother. But they were all busy upholding their fancy pants reputation in town. They were not happy to have not one but two single sisters (me and the dead one, she was getting her doctorate) in town who were sexually active. IT WAS AN ABOMINATION. lol. I am on good terms with my brother now. Perhaps he realizes how ridiculous and hurtful he was at the time. Oh and he has found Jesus. A racist Jesus, but a Jesus nonetheless.
Anyway, I used to call in either a cheeseburger with Scattered Smothered and Covered (SSC) or slice of country ham with SSC and a co-cola or maybe two the morning after. I also rescued one of the guys I was fucking for Thanksgiving one year. Waffle House is the only place the exchange grad students can eat on holidays. It’s the only thing open. I was um, into Greece that year. A real Greek not the frat kind.:)
Anyway it’s 4:30 am. I am not going to make the farmers market, but I am craving Waffle House and thinking of the glory days when I could eat Waffle House and not get fat.
I really does suck that we can’t have wisdom, and hotness all at once. I’d love to live my life backwards. I’d be so much more respectful of my parents. Especially my mother. I remember being 5’9″ and 120 pounds with a 25″ waist saying, “I don’t understand fat people. I will NEVER be in the double digits in clothing sizes. Why don’t they stop eating so much when they start getting fat?”
I miss being young and knowing everything about the world and being smarter than everyone. Okay, so I am still smarter than everyone, but you know what I mean. 🙂
I will miss the farmer’s market today, but if the rain doesn’t cancel it on Sunday, they don’t start until after church on Sunday because the parking is in Church lots. So it runs from like 12-3. Maybe I’ll grab some SSC on the way. What are y’all doing this weekend?