Waffle Housing in the ATL
Among other time killers this afternoon, we picked up Mr. Yoy for a late lunch.
We asked Big E where he wanted to go. He said something I didn't quite understand, but Mr. Yoy confidently announced that Big E wanted to go to the WaHo. Hmm...seems like the fix was in.
Not what I had in mind, but I was along for the ride.
The Waffle Houses of my youth were mostly visited at 2 am after a long night of partying.
Back then, it was a rowdy crowd smelling of cigarettes and alcohol. Most were there to soak up the booze currently wreaking havoc on their drunk bodies with a little smothered and covered action.
I had extremely low expectations. We walked in with the whole Yoy clan and were immediately greeted by two of the friendliest ladies I've ever happened upon. They quickly washed down a high chair for Little E and had us seated.
They bantered back and forth with Big E and let him do what he does best: be the biggest ham in the room. Big E had a captive audience and was in heaven.
Mr. Yoy hit up the jukebox for his six songs for $1. The ladies didn't even bat an eyelash when Lady Gaga came on in between a bunch of random country songs. Big E LOVES Lady Gaga. They sang along with us.
The service was quick and friendly and erased all bad memories I ever had of Waffle House. Seriously, I was impressed. I may even shoot an email to their customer service department about our visit.