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I went to a Waffle House once when I was traveling through Tennessee. Sitting at the counter and having some old Southern waitress pour you weak coffee as you eat under-cooked hash browns is kind of comfy in its own special way.
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I love Waffle House! It's dirty, greasy and feels like home! If there were any in my area of Maryland when I was in college, they would have been the 3am go to after a night of drinking!
Or, with less words: Mmmmm!! Gross!!
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08-20-2018, 09:34 AM
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(08-20-2018, 09:09 AM)Melkite Wrote: I love Waffle House! It's dirty, greasy and feels like home! If there were any in my area of Maryland when I was in college, they would have been the 3am go to after a night of drinking!
Or, with less words: Mmmmm!! Gross!!
That reminds me of college days; one didn't "go" to Waffle House, one somehow "ended up" there.
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God's love is manifest in the landscape as in a face. - John Muir
I want creation to penetrate you with so much admiration that wherever you go, the least plant may bring you clear remembrance of the Creator. A single plant, a blade of grass, or one speck of dust is sufficient to occupy all your intelligence in beholding the art with which it has been made - Saint Basil
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