The Bloodhound Gang was right, getting your Waffle House hash browns smothered1 and covered2 is the way to go. (See The Bad Touch.)
In any case, being in Nashville this weekend has allowed me to go to a Waffle House sober for the first time. Since I am a big fan of greasy food, I loved it. And it was very much like I remembered, but I don’t know if I remember ever eating the food there. I’m sure I did, but I just don’t remember. Alcohol could be helping there too.
Here’s a picture of the grill in action, for no reason at all.
We stop at one in Rolla, MO every time we head to our property.
Greasy is gooooooooooooood!