In all honesty, who can really deny the entertainment value of seeing a drunken cowboy stumble around a Waffle House, tipping his hat to everyone he encounters? Or perhaps a guy wearing a white trash tuxedo (read: denim coat, jeans, and a blue shirt with cowboy boots) describe how he gets his trashy girlfriend wet just sitting in the booth, while sipping on a Mr. Pibb with a man who looks like a grizzled old prospecter with the prerequisite missing teeth? Needless to say, I plan on continuing my late night visits to a haven of such utter entertainment. I propose that children should be brought to waffle house late at night as a reinforcement to their drug prevention education regarding alcohol. Also, for those more mature, it borders on dinner theater, watching some live reality television with some deliciously greasy treats.
Tastefully yours,
A Texas Bacon Patty Melt Plate