Waffle House

Friday night, on a date. Late. Need coffee. Low rent. Waffle House, obviously. Pull up. Police in gas station across street. Many. Man with bandana and beard outside smoking. Small dog waiting by door. People inside gathered by window watching cops. Parked. Another car pulls up beside me. Woman gets out and starts dancing. She knows smoking man. She dances at him. The dog acknowledges us. We learn he belongs to a man named Roadkill. She leaves. Go inside. There has been a shooting at the gas station. Order Patty Melt, hash browns smothered covered and chunked. She has bacon and eggs. Coffee. Diet Coke and unsweet tea. The waitress is friendly, but a little shaken. She heard it. Sometimes heard the shooting. From the motel. He just moved here from Minnesota. Food comes, and is great. The kitchen is in full swing… most tables filled — aside from the ones on the side of the restaurant facing the shooting. The staff have tactfully blocked those with chairs by now. Our waitress is quick wit

Awesome third shift staff. I'm bad with names but one guys name was was Christian the other guys was a younger stocky guy who was the cook and my waitress can't recall her name but she's pregnant at the moment.. any who all three were AWESOME. Great suggestions, conversation and atmosphere. They made me feel more than welcomed. The restaurant was very clean and the food was even better. Visiting again soon

Food was good server was very nice I didn't feel I was putting her out when I asked for something but that she was there for me. Case in point was on my motorcycle and asked about getting cup of coffee to go, she said "go out and get your cup I'll make a fresh pot.