Alright, I'll come out and say it: I miss eating at Waffle House.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you can get it to-go, whatever. It ain't the same unless you're there and you can hear your waitress scream out your scattered, covered, smothered hash browns and all the intricacies of your 3 egg omelet to the most patient cook ever, and then somehow forget to add the Bert's chili on top.