El Paso, TX & Las Cruces, NM.
But first: Waffle House. (part numero dos)
There’s a certain kind of magic in a Waffle House. The old Kettle restaurant chain, as well as Sambo’s, offered that kind of ambiance. The Lakewood Diner, it’s got it, too. A new Waffle House lacks some of the true feelings, the background din, the visual wear and tear that’s part of the way it’s supposed to feel.
Waffle House in Henderson, TX. I wonder if it’s still there. It was on the circle, if I recall correctly, a five-point intersection with highways feeding it. At a Waffle House? Order breakfast. Order breakfast that includes a waffle. Grits are optional, but I recommend them, as well.
The toast arrived, laden with slabs of butter smeared across the surface, that butter just starting to melt. The eggs – tough recollection here – are done to order.
There was another Waffle House, again, faint memory, between Dallas and Ft. Worth, along the old airport freeway. I remember laying a motorcycle down in the rain there. When I called a friend to come pick me up, “I’m at the Waffle House,” was all I could chatter. Bike suffered a little, maybe a few skinned parts, and I survived intact, no loss – other than pride. There’s another funny part of that story, about the rain and going fast, and the motorcycle slipped in a puddle and fell over. At 70 or 80 MPH. My rain suit is what saved the day. Cheap plastic rain suit.
Which has nothing to do with truck stops, or how good the food is at a Waffle House. Or the Scorpio food server. Tell her I said, “Hi.”
Damn Scorpios.
Unrelated:
I got panic call Thursday afternoon, from Pa Wetzel, “Are you okay?”
I was barefoot in the backyard, pontificating about plants (I haven’t a clue + which doesn’t mean I won’t hold forth about the best way to do something even if I don’t know what I’m talking about. So I answer, “I’m fine, why? What’s up?”
They had seven inches of rain in College Station, which is sort of close to Austin; therefore, the parental units were worried that I was drowned. Or the trailer washed away.
College Station is downstream from Austin, so unless water flows uphill….
And El Paso, Las Cruces? Not a cloud in the sky.
El Paso, TX & Las Cruces, NM.
But first: Waffle House.
The new Waffle House is on the way to the airport. Only seemed right. One local luminary has written eloquent terms of endearment about the Waffle House. Being from east Texas, I’m familiar with he Waffle House.
I was trying to clear my palate and properly taste the waffle itself. But it was all good.
