Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE Waffle House Wisdom THERE’S A CERTAIN magic to Waffle House. You can’t explain it, not really. You just know it when you’re sitting under the yellow glow of that sign, windows fogged, at a time when you probably should be asleep. When I was a kid, I didn’t even like the place. I was a steak guy. I went to Waffle House and ordered a steak once. Big mistake. It was… let’s just say, not the finest cut. But my dad paid for it, and I respected that, so I ate every bite like a little soldier. Lesson learned. Somehow, though, as I got older, Waffle House grew on me. The All-Star Special became my gospel. Two eggs, bacon, toast, a waffle, and hash browns, like a Southern infinity...