Waffle House

This is my «go to» waffle house. Close to my apartment. I have been there a dozen or more times, so I feel qualified to leave this review. The health rating isn’t all that great, I think the last time I was there it was in the high 80s. Usually don’t eat at a location when it’s below 90.
However, this waffle house is pretty decent. The food is consistent, and most of the time the wait staff is good at topping off my coffee, which is the most important thing. There can be some periods of perceived laziness on the part of the staff, but when I’m there it’s usually only me and two or three other tables. I do not know what it’s like when it’s really busy.
Overall, I would recommend this Waffle House.
Sidenote. I was there one morning when several employees were sitting around doing nothing (the location was practically empty). A man, who I assume was the manager, lit into all of them, and made all of them get back to work doing something productive. I was impressed. Whether it was wiping down tables, sweeping up the parking lot, Windexing the glass… this guy had these people working! Not just sitting around.

It all starts with amazing service. When over the first cup of steaming fresh brewed black coffee one first hears the melodious voice of Tonisha sing out the words «Aww Stah, scaddud, covud, smothud» a joy rises from deep within ones soul. Presented upon three platters of the signature WH china with finely crafted stainless silverware carefully wrapped in a 100% non-​recycled fine paper-​linenware the House’s All Star Special is not just a meal, but a work of art.
It is recommended that one begin with the waffle. Crafted in a spotless European designed waffle iron each waffle is hand crafted and individually monitored by the sous chef to insure that each is the epitome of consistency and perfection. Swiftly following this oval of magnificence are two perfectly prepared eggs served «ovah mejum» (I believe this is a French term) with crispy edges are lightly tossed in and then served upon a small pool of the House’s signature yellow oil. This portion of poultry magnificence is accompanied by Waffle House’s famous «bacon and toast». Imported daily from the Wonder bakery the toast is truly a wonder. Lightly browned and spread with a delightful butter adjacent substance, it can be enjoyed plain or adorned with jelly made from a compilation of various fruits. As for the bacon, WH enlisted a team of NASA scientists to develop a method of slicing bacon more thinly than any of its rival bistros. The perfect complement to the flavor medley that is the All Star Special, the bacon is either served almost entirely uncooked with cinder-​like crispness depending on the individual chef’s preferences of style and presentation.
This leads one to Waffle House’s pièce de résistance hashbrowns. Picture thinly sliced potatoes scattered across a yellow oil covered griddle until they reach a golden brown. They are then lightly smothered with the finest yellow onion, chunked with perfectly preserved and diced ham product, and topped. One must pause to reflect upon the topped. Chef Bert has become world famous for his blandly magnificent blend of meats, beans, and oil. It is truly an ambrosia of the gods. When this elixir is placed upon the hashbrowns and crowned with a slice pure American cheese product it is enough to make the heart of any patriot leap within his chest. As an appertif, a glass of the House’s direct from concentrate orange juice is recommended to cleanse ones palate.
Do not miss this dining opportunity’ Waffle house is truly a unique dining experience only available every fourth block and at most major intersections.

I’d give it a 3 or 4 for food (I like an occasional Patty Melt and Hashbrowns fix for lunch). If I had to rate the wait staff, it would be a 1. The waitress spent more than half the time on the other side of room sitting down and talking on her cell phone. The net is a 2 rating.

Server was inattentive, food was not decently cooked, items asked for not received, items not asked for were received. Waitress (double letter) seemed to care less about taking a complete order.