"All items at all hours."

A chain of eateries 1200 strong, mostly in the South, Southwest and Midwest of the United States. The joy of the Waffle House, in case
y'ain't never been, is the atmosphere. The corporate logo is
big, boxy, black letters on a yellow background, similar to those cheap,
portable signs on wheels with the changeable letters and the row of
lights all around the border. Inside, every Waffle House has the same
layout, like a shotgun shack converted to a diner. Booths up front and a
counter with implanted barstools facing the grill. Any time of night
you go in¹, there's always one good talkative yokel² sitting at the
counter, gently flirting with the waitresses. The waitresses wear
traditional '60s style uniforms, and they yell out these dopey codes
for hash browns³ to the short-order cook: "Need one smothered,
scattered, topped, chopped, diced and covered." (Translation: hash
browns smothered with onions, diced tomatoes, green peppers, covered
with chili and topped with cheese.)

Best part is that whether you hit a Waffle House in TX or Kentucky
or Ohio, you can rest assured the waitresses
are shipped fresh daily from Georgia. Either that or they're coached
on the perfect Suthuhn accent of a Georgia peach.

I just can't recommend them enough. Good artery-cloggin food,
strange characters, down-homey atmosphere, and always open 24 hours.
You'll even forget to laugh when they say with all sincerity, "Y'all come back now, ya
hear?"