Ah, the Waffle House, the shining beacon of late night decision making gone bad. If you end up here…read moreat 1 AM, congratulations you're hungry, exhausted, mildly unhinged, or all three. Fortunately, Waffle House accepts all emotional states equally. They actually accept just about anything.
Parking? Absolutely everywhere. Which is great because the only thing worse than your 1 AM craving is to have to parallel park. But then again, this is Desoto.
Breakfast is good anytime of the day, especially when it's grits and eggs with bacon and toast. And you add a side of waffle, watch out. Because ordering at the waffle house feels less like a choice and more like a legal obligation. Their grits are exactly what you expect. Warm, comforting, and just as cohesive enough to remind you that you're indeed still alive. The eggs were well, eggs, and bacon was bacon and toast was toast. And that's exactly what I expect when walking into a waffle house, the ancient art of "it is what it is." Take it or leave it.
And then there's the adventurous side, a chilly hash brown situation. Did I go "all the way"? No I'm not brave enough to stare into that abyss. Instead I opted for a cheese steak melt hash, brown bowl, scattered, smothered, and covered, topped with chili, basically an egg away from fully loaded judgment. It arrived looking like something that belongs in a museum, dedicated to questionable midnight choices, but taste like comfort, chaos, and cholesterol harmony.
And the service? It's just like being at home, depending on your home. Could be warm and friendly, could be begrudgingly and indifferent, it could be someone yelling in the background about something unrelated. It's the full Waffle House experience, unpredictably inconsistently consistent.
Overall, it's exactly what it promises to be. No frills, no pretense, no shame. Just carbs, chili, waffle, and choices. You can only justify 24 hours a day.
Will I go back? Should I go back? Probably will probably shouldn't.