Nearly Automatic for the People: The Great American Story of Waffle House

You know the details just from the words “Waffle House”: Good food fast, friendly service, scattered, smothered, & covered, reasonable bill. ‘Merica

Andrew Donaldson
Yonder & Home

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Interior of a typical Waffle House. Photo by Whaledad via Wikiemedia Commons [CC BY-SA 4.0]

It’s 7:48pm Eastern Standard Time, normally the time for folks to be having, or at least thinking about having, some dinner. But when you’ve just checked into a hotel and are seeking out options for vittles, such circumstances means dining out. Now, normally this would not be an issue. Especially as this particular busy exit off I-95 near Brunswick, Georgia has plenty of the usual offerings to be found. Everything from the Flying J truck stop to fast food is placed along both sides of the highway, just off the Interstate, ready for the hungry masses to come calling.

Except for the fact it’s Christmas Day, so almost everything is closed.

This was not the original plan for celebrating the holiday season. Meeting my parents, who were driving down from Up Yonder, at this location was a logistical choice. A pit stop before joining forces for the trip down to Florida the following morning, necessary due to the passing of the oldest of my mother’s brothers. After all the driving, hunger was an issue that needed resolving before…

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Andrew Donaldson
Yonder & Home

Writer. Mountaineer diaspora. Veteran. Managing Editor @ordinarytimemag on culture & politics, food writing @yonderandhome, Host @heardtellshow & other media