Just a quick post about one of my favorite places to eat breakfast in the whole wide world: Waffle House. At the big WH, you can have hashbrowns any way you like them. Personally, I like mine "scattered, smothered, and covered." Thing is, the restaurant is something of a sacred icon to me. My parents used to take us there when we were little kids--on our revered trip to Florida. It wasn't just the food. It was a family tradition...one that I've adopted with my wife and kids on our trip to Myrtle Beach every summer. WH is also a place that, somehow or another, I've ended up sharing a meal with all of my best friends. Christopher Hopper and I found one here in Scranton. Life is good.
