The daily rantings of a bloke from Somerset, die hard Man U fan, father, husband, and wanna-be rock star, stuck in the Pacific Northwest.
Get there, eat there.
The decor is, well, questionable, but the food is world class!
If you have been to the south, and like your grits and hasbrowns scattered, smothered, covered, topped, chunked, diced and peppered, then you need to go to Waffle House.
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