One of the other big events of last week was getting to eat at the Waffle House. For all of the class and culture that is available in the DC area we are way short on greasy spoon joints.

Dinner at the Waffle House

Take the meal pictured above. Where in this town can you get eggs covered in cheese, toast dripping in real butter, and hash browns that are scattered, smothered, chopped, diced, and peppered? For the Waffle House virgins out there that means my hash browns were loaded with cheese, tomatoes, ham and hot peppers. To top things off the coffee was the best I’ve had in months.

Granted, my waitress was short all of her front teeth and I could smell her before I saw her. But what the hell, you have to make some sacrifices to get real food.