Oooooh, how I miss thee! When I’m in Georgia I’m always tryin’ to get my Wa-Ho and Chick-fi-la on. I spent countless hours in that wonderous place all through high school and college. *Daydreaming*
All I know is that by the time Waffle House gets through with the variations on its frozen potatoes, it has made frozen potatoes into what Italians have made pasta, i.e., the bedrock of an entire culinary universe. And that’s how Waffle House works, in general. Its menu is narrow the way the selection of notes in “The Goldberg Variations” is narrow. Let diners expand their menus by simple, relentless addition; Waffle House relies on a higher math, so its menu, which seems a forthright declaration of its limitations, is actually a celebration of possibility.
From Esquire | Via gondaba.com