Waffle House Hashbrowns Part II

Well, it’s pay day, aaaaaand NC State lost last night (please excuse the tantrum I threw during my last post, even though I meant every bleepin’ word).

So now it’s time to get those Waffle House hashbrowns I’ve been craving!

Mmmmmm MMMMM!

I upped the ante this morning and went with a TRIPLE hashbrown double-covered, chunked, capped and country.


I don’t miss working at Waffle House, but I do miss eating at Waffle House.

I mean, it’s open 24/7 and it’s cheap. Win-win.

It could be win-win-win, but State lost 😒

Okay, okay, okay, no more fussing from me.

Happy Friday, y’all!

Waffle House Hashbrowns

You know what’s better than Nancy Pelosi as Speaker of the House?

Waffle House hashbrowns.

To be perfectly fair, outgoing Speaker Paul Ryan can’t hold a candle to those shredded spuds of glory, either.

I heard KC O’Dea talking about them on the radio yesterday, and now all I can think about is going to Waffle House and ordering a heaping plate of damn hashbrowns.

Unfortunately, I don’t get paid until Friday.

As Darth Vader once said, “Nooooooooooooooooo!”

The fact that I still eat at Waffle House once in a while (despite the fact that I spent over three years working there) speaks volumes about the food.

It doesn’t hurt that it’s open 24/7, though.

Waffle House hashbrowns can be served with a variety of toppings. They are as follows:

Smothered: onions (🤮)

Covered: cheese

Peppered: jalapeños

Chunked: ham

Capped: mushrooms

Diced: tomatoes

Topped: chili

Country: sausage gravy

My go-to order is a Double (because why settle for one?) hashbrown covered, chunked, peppered, capped and country. A nice helping of Tabasco tops it off.

Bring on the Tums and marathon bathroom breaks!

Going forward, before I vote for any politician, I want to see how he or she orders hashbrowns at Waffle House.

If a politician is even willing to eat at Waffle House, then that’s a plus, no matter what party he or she is affiliated with.

Can you imagine Nancy Pelosi or Paul Ryan showing up at any Waffle House at 3 a.m. during the bar rush? 😂

I certainly can’t, and that’s just plain sad.

I was “On a Boat,” “In da Club,” this one time

I’m a pretty consistent homebody these days, being married and all. My wife is the same way.

But back in my bachelor days, I could really tear it up.

By “tear it up,” I meant that one time I read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo in four days, while sipping on a ice-cold Bud Light Lime.

I did spend time in a club once. No, not a damn Chess club (that was in 7th grade).

Back in 2011 my old college-cross-country-teammate-turned-soldier was getting married, and we went to a club for his bachelor party in Virginia Beach. There we were; the groom, a bunch of his army pals (some of whom were British, so it was kinda like Black Hawk Down, except nobody died), and me.

Of course I didn’t know that we would be going to a club. If I had, then I wouldn’t have strolled in there wearing a flannel shirt, cargo shorts, and a backwards Waffle House hat.

Woo, boy, the dancing was DIRTY, too. Not by me, though. I just hung out at the bar trying to draw attention away from my shorts-turned-tent (like I said: dirty dancing. I’m human!).

There was one girl who started talking to me. Being the smoothie that I am, I started babbling on about how much I preferred For Whom the Bell Tolls over The Sun Also Rises.

Guess who didn’t get laid that night?


Or me. But that’s because I didn’t want to.

Well maybe she did, I don’t know.

I’m much more comfortable with a night in, rather than a night out.