[Kings Waffle] Chapter 7: The Wednesday Night Kids
They'd show up mid-week, near the start of third shift lining up their pickup trucks one by one in the parking lot. They'd sit on the other side of the restaurant - another group of regulars different from the usual group of regulars. One night, the two groups converged - ours and theirs - for a coffee laden discourse about why we all come to Kings Waffle.
[Kings Waffle] Chapter 6: Happy Halloween
Hash Browns and Coffee instead of Candy and Costumes.
[Kings Waffle] Chapter 5: Origin Stories
Some guys I've know for a long time who I drink coffee with at Waffle House.
[Kings Waffle] Chapter 4: Free Coffee
'The best part of waking up'...
...is getting a voicemail from Waffle House.
[Kings Waffle] Chapter 3: The Waffle Kids
Americans have a love affair with diners, both in reality and in the way popular culture romanticizes them. The diner is a feature unique to the United States roadside. While the days of prefabricated stainless steel buildings have come and gone - the characteristics of the concept live on in the late hours of cuisine, counters, coffee and grease.
[Kings Waffle] Chapter 2: The Diplomat, The Wizard, The Ambassador & The Man at the End of The Counter
The guy who rose to become king of the "waffle kids," a real life cowboy, a song with a distinct purpose and the one you always save a seat for.
[Kings Waffle] Chapter 1: This is The Place
"You guys must come here a lot, no?" said the state trooper sitting at the low counter with us. "If this were a bar, we'd be drunks" I replied. He laughed before facing his palms to the sky and praying before his meal. It was a crude, unflattering answer, but probably the simplest way to describe how often we're here.
At the Waffle House.
"Kings" Waffle House to be specific.