Dear Waffle House:
I tried to deny my love for you, but I can’t any longer. If it’s not love, it’s at least a sick obsession. Which is pretty much the same thing to me, anyway. I had to come to terms with this realization last night while working on my travel journal. I had your website open in three different windows. I downloaded your menu. I listened to your CDs. I realized I had devoted paragraphs and paragraphs just to you. Then Ben and I discussed:ben: i love waffle house
ben: scattered smothered covered chunked topped diced peppered and capped
me: holy shit!
me: how do you know that???????
ben: waffle house aficionado
ben: capped is new – with mushrooms
me: you are my new hero
me: i love you, ben sherman
ben: ask me anything about waffle house
ben: i even know how to order
ben: patty melt plate on texas, scattered, smothered and covered
me: stop it, you’re scaring me
ben: i want to meet you for coffee
me: their coffee is terrible
ben: wrong.
ben: its served in small cups
ben: so it’s the right temperature
ben: and it’s always good.
ben: you got a bad batch.
me: you are so frightening me
ben: it’s no espresso
ben: but it’s good trucker coffee.
ben: get this
ben: next time you go
me: i’m never going again!
me: NEVER!
ben: grilled cheese and tomato on texas toast plate, scattered, smothered, covered and diced.
me: i’m assuming that last part is hash browns?
ben: yes, with onions, cheese and tomatoes
me: god. i’m turned on and retching at the same time.
me: this is not a good feeling.
Sigh. I’m smitten.
Jenni
ben: scattered smothered covered chunked topped diced peppered and capped
me: holy shit!
me: how do you know that???????
ben: waffle house aficionado
ben: capped is new – with mushrooms
me: you are my new hero
me: i love you, ben sherman
ben: ask me anything about waffle house
ben: i even know how to order
ben: patty melt plate on texas, scattered, smothered and covered
me: stop it, you’re scaring me
ben: i want to meet you for coffee
me: their coffee is terrible
ben: wrong.
ben: its served in small cups
ben: so it’s the right temperature
ben: and it’s always good.
ben: you got a bad batch.
me: you are so frightening me
ben: it’s no espresso
ben: but it’s good trucker coffee.
ben: get this
ben: next time you go
me: i’m never going again!
me: NEVER!
ben: grilled cheese and tomato on texas toast plate, scattered, smothered, covered and diced.
me: i’m assuming that last part is hash browns?
ben: yes, with onions, cheese and tomatoes
me: god. i’m turned on and retching at the same time.
me: this is not a good feeling.