Walt looked extremely incredulous when I told him there was a restaurant named Waffle House. Or it may have been more of a "why-haven't-you-shared-this-bit-of- information-with-me-before-now?" look; I don't know. He quickly shed the look of disbelief when we walked in, however. I mean, come on, these people have a language based almost entirely on waffles. They were screaming the word from the minute we walked in. And the menus have pictures of waffles on them. You can imagine his delight.
Here he is craning his neck to get a first look at his raison d'etre.
God bless our waitress, Flo. (OK, I'm making that up.) She didn't even finish writing down our order before she turned and screamed, "Mel, this little boy wants a waffle. Make it fast." (OK, I'm making up the 'Mel' part, too.) Walt had said the word 'wakkle' eight times since she stepped up.
For the record, Walt also likes Waffle House toast (you know, the stuff that they put on the butter), eggs w/ cheese and bacon.
You may be asking yourself, "Where is Ginger?" As a small part of the concession package that I offered in order to go snowboarding a few weeks ago (we won't get into all of the details; it's embarrassing), I agreed to keep Walt while she went off for a short girls weekend at a fancy hotel/restaurant/spa destination in Mississippi. (At the risk of offending any of our Mississippi readers, I will not make any jokes here, but I am accepting nominations in the Comments section.)
So, boys will be boys. When Mommy is gone, we can do things like lunch at Waffle House. Or pile all of the pillows in the house on Mommy and Daddy's bed and jump around.
Or make a mess of the living room.
Or wander aimlessly onto a construction site to look at heavy equipment.
(Walt demanded to know where the dump truck was that was hauling all of this dirt. He thought he saw it "over there.")
Mainly, as guys, we're just trying to stay out of trouble and not wear pants.
As transplanted Mississippians to the great state of Tennessee, we appreciate your refraining from make rude comments. However, you know how nobody can talk about "your mama" (be sure to ask precious Putty about this), however, whenever you get upset with your mom you can be mad at her, so we can trash Mississippi as much as we want.
ReplyDelete1. Did she go to "Hot Coffee" - I really hope not because that is a popular destination for women who don't shave their legs.
2. What about "SoSo" - probably not because I am sure that she wanted a better experience than just a soso one.
3. She could always go to "Possumneck" - but opposum's are gross and who wants to go to it's neck. I must say, however, that my baby brother got married in Possumneck.
Our serious guesses would be Bonne Terre, The Alluvian, or Beau Rivage.
Eating at Waffle House, watching heavy equipment, and wearing no pants; what--no trip to Home Depot? Mommy's trip was surely more refined--even in Mississippi.
ReplyDeleteThe Alluvian . . . good guess.
ReplyDeleteThe Alluvian . . . good guess.
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