I haven’t been to my favorite Waffle House since after the Mayweather-MacGregor fight. That night was a life changer for me. I got there after the fight at about one in the morning. It was the same night I went to see Clayton Kershaw pitch for the OKC Dodgers on a rehab assignment. What a night. First Kershaw, then watching the fight with a group of millennials ( an experience in itself) at my son’s house. Then, of course—the Waffle House in Edmond.
I literally was the only white dude there and the place was packed because of the fight. Everyone was wired. I sat at the counter…right in the middle. I have no idea how I landed such a prime seat, but I did. Right there in the hub of the fray. You really don’t get the Waffle House ambience unless you sit at the counter…truth. You wanna get the blue collar pulse feel of a Waffle House you sit at the fucking counter. You want a frilly experience then go to IHOP and sit at a booth.
Two white male cooks who looked like they just came from a Trump rally in Alabama and all black female waitresses. So—all these orders start piling up on the counter and the two male cooks get pissed and scream at the black waitresses, ” If you can’t get this fucking food out we’re walking.”
The waitresses didn’t take kindly to that obviously and one of them flipped the two cooks off. So this older black guy to my left deftly gets up, goes behind the counter and starts handing out plates throughout the jam packed restaurant. Unbelievably, he got my order right.
Pecan waffle with a side of bacon, then the All-Star Platter of two eggs over medium, double order of hash browns crisp straight up with Hunt’s ketchup, toast, breakfast steak, ice water, orange juice, and a black coffee. I don’t do the whole Sean Brock production with a salad, a patty melt, and a breakfast pork chop. That’s too much for me.
Anyway, tomorrow is like an epic sports day looming and I’m thinking Waffle House at the end of it. O State at Texas, OU at K State, Michigan vs. Penn State, Game 7 Astros vs. Yankees, and Thunder at Utah. It doesn’t get much better. If only I could take my black lab Pauli with me at sit her at the counter with me it would be nirvana. Why not? It’s worth a try.