Official Waffle House Museum Thread

“My fondest WH memory?
Hmmm... It was in the early nineties. My girlfriend and I had had a night on the town (uptown, actually - Buckhead). Around 4 a.m., we stopped at the mega-WH at Piedmont and Buford. The place was huge... and packed.

As we entered, everyone - and I mean everyone - in the place let out a blood curdling "MORNIN'"! It was genuinely startling. And hillarious.

Tina and I sat down and joined the choir. Within a couple minutes a police cruiser pulled in and parked. Two cops got out and walked toward the entrance. All eyes were facing the double doors as the sound of throat-clearings echoed off the juke box...

My oh my. If cell phone cameras had only been around in those days.

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“My fondest memory was walking into a Waffle House near Antietam Battlefield very early on a Saturday morning... A group of 3 had walked in right in front of me... We all sat down at the counter and a waitress took our orders....

The other worker in the WH, who had been mopping the floors, proceeded to put the mop down and start preparing out food.... with out washing his hands...

I got up and left...

I haven't been back to one since...

Oh what fond memories...

'32oz”

“On Jan 1, 2000, after my wife and I had celebrated New Years at the Wilmington Hilton, we stopped at a WH on the way home. The food was good, but all the yelling, banging of pots and pans and waitresses calling out orders, we just couldn't take it. Our heads were already aching from the night before and this didn't help at all. It was so hectic we couldn't even enjoy our meal.”

“If God had ment for us to eat waffles



.......he'd 'ave given us....




...... Lips like snow shoes.


--Rev Billy C. Wirtz”