My girlfriend and I had spent three rough months trying to figure out how to date each other. Nothing was working. We were awkward and poor communicators and just generally not a good fit. We were going to a coffee shop to break up but figured we would see too many people we knew.
Break ups are emotional. So we escaped. To Waffle House.
I don't remember what either of us ordered, probably hashbrowns smothered and covered. It's not really my usual haunt. But the coterie of drunk waiters, more-drunk truckers, and government cheese served as the backdrop to one of the toughest conversations of our lives.
At the end of the conversation, we decided to give it one more shot. 7 years later, we're happily married.
I don't care what anyone says...Waffle House is magical.