While I know that no Waffle House is a fine dining experience, this Waffle House was absolutely awful.
When we walked through the door, only about 25% of the tables were occupied, but there wasn't a single clean table in the restaurant. The waitress called out "Sit wherever you want and I'll clean it off after." Just what I want to do...sit down at a table covered in other people's dirty dishes.
The floors obviously hadn't been swept all day (maybe for several days). There was a half-eaten piece of bacon under my feet among the other food particles. Every table seemed to be this way. There were even bread crusts in the floor behind the counter. Someone finally came out to bus the tables behind us, but never washed them off.
When the waitress took my order, I asked for a sausage hashbrown bowl but with jalapeños instead of sausage. She told me I could order hashbrowns with anything I wanted, so I shouldn't get the bowl. I said "But there's no egg on the hashbrown list. I want the egg that's in the bowl. I just want to add jalapeños." She said okay and left. A few minutes later, she came over to tell us she had to go to the bathroom. Ummm...ew. Then she started lecturing us about coronavirus and how the problem is people who eat animals that shouldn't be eaten. She went on and on about how certain animals aren't made to be eaten and some people think they can eat any animal they want and blah blah blah. As a vegetarian, I don't believe ANY animals should be eaten, so this was annoying, hypocritical, and honestly racist. I just ignored her loud rant and looked out the window.
Soooo much time went by before we finally heard the kitchen staff call out our orders. Great. I was freezing in that place because the a/c was cranked up and I was ready to eat and get out of there. A bit later, we heard them talk about the order again. It took about 15 minutes before we ever got our food. Like I said, the restaurant was only about 25% full. Food finally came out and I had no jalapeños. (I might have thought that they couldn't add things to these bowls, but my mom had onions added to hers. So go figure.)
At this point, I just wanted to leave, so I didn't complain. I simply asked for salsa. The waitress asked if picante sauce was okay and I said sure. She went to get it and was gone for several minutes. I watched her talk to someone in what seemed like the break room, then talk to new customers who entered. She then did something at the register. All the while, my picante was still in her hand. Finally, she brought it to me. I stirred it into my lukewarm hashbrown bowl and ate as quickly as I could. We never did get our bill, but luckily we could just go to the register without it.
I will not be eating here again. read more
