I can’t go there. SO DAMN GREASY!

I honestly can’t fault you a bit, ha! They are better in the south, though (better being a relative term) and having grown up in the south grease is sort of a 5th food group, so until moving away it never seemed gross, heh. Bacon grease… in everything.

I haven’t had them since a night/morning, years ago, after a My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult concert, but the thought of Waffle House hashbrowns still makes me hungry. :p Also, the waitresses, all in their late 50s and 60s, as far as I could tell, danced the macarena for us. I can’t remember what prompted it, but the image is stored away :)

(Yes, one of the waitresses dressed me up.)
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