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Yeah that's definitely a lot of crab. Probably cost dumb bread. Never had frog. Wanna try it but haven't came across a place to sell it.
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Would depend on the time.
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Asian market
Go to freezer isle
solewoman
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Nandos
Cilantro lime marinated chicken with Brussel sprouts and roasted potatoes
Cilantro lime marinated chicken with Brussel sprouts and roasted potatoes
D.Josey
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Nandos
Cilantro lime marinated chicken with Brussel sprouts and roasted potatoes
Should have gotten the mashed potatoes though.
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solewoman
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book well in advance. I can never get in. lol
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can you read said for the fam geez
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Had waffle house this am.
I remember the first time I had waffle house.
My family and I had just moved to the south.
There was a gas station near our neighborhood and right next to it was this yellow building which seemed to have this never ending plume of smoke rising up to the sky all day.
It was rather small but seemed to be busy every single time I passed by it.
One cold Saturday morning I was with my father and he was filling up gas and my curiosity got the best of me. The smoke and smell of this foreign restaurant was almost inviting and I asked him if we could try the place out.
The restaurant was packed.
It was a loud mess of coffee, cigarette smoke, and the sizzle of countless items on an oily grill.
I looked at the menu, a single laminated piece of paper, and immediately my eyes went to the "t bone and eggs."
Having a steak for breakfast was a foreign concept to me but I was hungry and willing.
The eggs (sunny side up) were delicous and had the perfect amount of oil and salt and pepper.
The steak was surprisingly tender and not big enough to be too much for breakfast.
But that's not all I remember.
I remember my father, sipping his coffee and talking with one of the cooks.
I remember the waitress who was the epitome of a southern diner waitress. Her name was Ronnie.
I remember the song runaway train playing on a cassette radio in the kitchen.
That wasn't the last time I went to a waffle house.
I've been many times to many locations.
As a kid, as a drunken college student at 2 in the morning, and as a man, sipping his coffee and talking to the cook.
The waffle house by my parents place is unbelievably still there. A relic among modern businesses in the area.
And every time I pass it, there's always that plume of smoke rising to the sky letting you know that some things never change.
I remember the first time I had waffle house.
My family and I had just moved to the south.
There was a gas station near our neighborhood and right next to it was this yellow building which seemed to have this never ending plume of smoke rising up to the sky all day.
It was rather small but seemed to be busy every single time I passed by it.
One cold Saturday morning I was with my father and he was filling up gas and my curiosity got the best of me. The smoke and smell of this foreign restaurant was almost inviting and I asked him if we could try the place out.
The restaurant was packed.
It was a loud mess of coffee, cigarette smoke, and the sizzle of countless items on an oily grill.
I looked at the menu, a single laminated piece of paper, and immediately my eyes went to the "t bone and eggs."
Having a steak for breakfast was a foreign concept to me but I was hungry and willing.
The eggs (sunny side up) were delicous and had the perfect amount of oil and salt and pepper.
The steak was surprisingly tender and not big enough to be too much for breakfast.
But that's not all I remember.
I remember my father, sipping his coffee and talking with one of the cooks.
I remember the waitress who was the epitome of a southern diner waitress. Her name was Ronnie.
I remember the song runaway train playing on a cassette radio in the kitchen.
That wasn't the last time I went to a waffle house.
I've been many times to many locations.
As a kid, as a drunken college student at 2 in the morning, and as a man, sipping his coffee and talking to the cook.
The waffle house by my parents place is unbelievably still there. A relic among modern businesses in the area.
And every time I pass it, there's always that plume of smoke rising to the sky letting you know that some things never change.
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This ******* guy.
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He think he’s Anthony bourdain when he went too Waffle House. Ive been meaning to go myself its only a few minutes from my place.
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I always get a table everytime I’ve went
I’ve went with just me and my wife
And went with the wife and kids
Never had a issue getting a table
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What is Waffle House???
Is it like ihop
But with waffles
Is it like ihop
But with waffles
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A little.
But sketchier
It's almost like a hole in the wall diner
But sketchier
It's almost like a hole in the wall diner
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I mean a lot of them are where I live lol
Can't speak on other locations
Can't speak on other locations
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solewoman
Have u told them u were going to do the whole meal???
I know sometimes if u say u just going for desserts or whatever
They will say they are full
Cause they want people to eat a full meal
I’ve always eaten a full meal
But I know that’s been a criticism of them
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Is it predominantly black folks at Waffle House???
Is that why u say it’s sketchy???
Naw.
Most people down here like waffle house except upitty people.
Maybe sketchy is the wrong word.
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The waffle house by my place is on a very busy street in Houston. Definitely not sketchy.
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I like sketchy
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Had waffle house this am.
I remember the first time I had waffle house.
My family and I had just moved to the south.
There was a gas station near our neighborhood and right next to it was this yellow building which seemed to have this never ending plume of smoke rising up to the sky all day.
It was rather small but seemed to be busy every single time I passed by it.
One cold Saturday morning I was with my father and he was filling up gas and my curiosity got the best of me. The smoke and smell of this foreign restaurant was almost inviting and I asked him if we could try the place out.
The restaurant was packed.
It was a loud mess of coffee, cigarette smoke, and the sizzle of countless items on an oily grill.
I looked at the menu, a single laminated piece of paper, and immediately my eyes went to the "t bone and eggs."
Having a steak for breakfast was a foreign concept to me but I was hungry and willing.
The eggs (sunny side up) were delicous and had the perfect amount of oil and salt and pepper.
The steak was surprisingly tender and not big enough to be too much for breakfast.
But that's not all I remember.
I remember my father, sipping his coffee and talking with one of the cooks.
I remember the waitress who was the epitome of a southern diner waitress. Her name was Ronnie.
I remember the song runaway train playing on a cassette radio in the kitchen.
That wasn't the last time I went to a waffle house.
I've been many times to many locations.
As a kid, as a drunken college student at 2 in the morning, and as a man, sipping his coffee and talking to the cook.
The waffle house by my parents place is unbelievably still there. A relic among modern businesses in the area.
And every time I pass it, there's always that plume of smoke rising to the sky letting you know that some things never change.
Who wrote this poem that you copied and pasted
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SC kid
Don't let them bully you out of using your preferred nomenclature, I bet most of them can't even fight.
