February 10, 2004
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Southern Georgia and Waffles
I know my godsister’s boyfriend told me, “You can’t swing a dead cat in Atlanta without hitting a Waffle House.” That was totally true from about Kentucky onwards. Everywhere we looked, there was a Waffle House.
Waffle House (Not to be confused with HUDDLE HOUSE,
which looks similar but is red and white and serves burgers,
not waffles.)If Steak ‘n’ Shake is typical of the Midwest, and Whataburgers are all over Texas, the Waffle House is ubiquitous in the Southeast. (JollyBee’s are the McDonald’s of Manila, by the way.)
We ate at this one.
‘Gotta have a hubcap leaning on your Waffle House,
or it’s not a real Waffle House.I was kind of disappointed that they actually didn’t have a huge assortment of waffles to choose from at a Waffle House. Instead, they had the most enormous selection of hashbrowns types I’ve ever seen. Our waitress was pretty cool. She knew everyone who walked into the restaurant, and she even knew their pets by name, and she asked everyone about them. Matt and I shared a plate of waffles with blueberries and whipped cream and plenty of butter. Good waffles, but they really should be called Hashbrowns Houses.
(The same misnomer applies for Steak ‘n’ Shake. I was really disappointed the first time I ever went to a Steak ‘n’ Shake and discovered they don’t really serve steak!! Their “steakburgers” and shakes are pretty good, though. They should rename themselves Steak’ ‘n’ Shake.)
Soil.Matt remarked how the soil in Georgia is an odd, deep red. It reminds me of the soil in Southern Thailand. It’s so red, that in places, it looks like the mountains are bleeding, in the places where they cut through them to build the highways.
Horses in Southern Georgia
Byron’s watertower
We saw tons of roadsigns for “papershell pecans.” And Cafe Erotica. We were interested in neither.
