When my son was 9 or 10, he had a friend over, and my wife and the two kids were going to dinner (I was out of pocket somewhere).
"Where do you boys want to eat?"
"WAFFLE HOUSE!" (I don't think either one had ever been, but maybe once or twice)
"YEAH, WE WANNA GO TO WAFFLE HOUSE!"
"AND WE'RE GONNA GET THE MOST EXPENSIVE THING ON THE MENU!"
Wife: "Knock yourselves out, kids. Go for it!" (laughing)
Big Waffle House, double diced, smothered, covered, chunked bump!
I can highly recommend the WH in Darien, GA, just off I-95. The chief cook, Donald, is a genius with omelettes, and an A#1 first class guy too. My parents eat breakfast there at least 2-3 times a week, and it's a highlight of our trip whenever we go to visit them. My kids got to pose with Donald for my dad's camera with spatulas and WH hats, and their pictures are up on the bulletin board as "OUR FUTURE EMPLOYEES". :-D
I never chuckled so much as the morning when our 70 year-old "country girl" waitress decided she had enough of the place. Employees were slow getting in that morning and the line of customers was heading out the door. You could see the temperature rising when all of a sudden she just threw her pad and pencil down, took off her apron and threw it across the counter. She actually said, "F*CK This place!" and "I ain't puttin' up with this SH*T NO MORE!, I've had enough!" (70, mind you...) and walked out, leaving the 24-year old ex-con cook and an 18-year old pregnant waitress to fend for themselves. I nearly fell off my stool, it was priceless...