So full time LEO in a large city (I think we were 13th largest in the US at the time). Our commander gives us the order that we can only eat at restaurants in our patrol districts, something about building community relations or something. I worked evenings so 1600-0200 or 1800-0400, as the senior guy my rule is I eat last, to get around all the BS some younger officers get off on with making the rookies wait to eat etc. “If the rookies don’t eat, none of us eat” was my rule. Anyway, I had literally a Subway, and a Gatti’s Pizza in my district, and they both closed by 2200. Across the street from the edge of my district (but technically in another patrol sector), is a Waffle House. My Sgt gave me permission to cross into the other sector to eat. For TWELVE MONTHS, 1 YEAR, 52 WEEKS, 365 DAYS, 26 FORTNIGHTS, etc I ate at Waffle House 4 nights a week. I ate almost exclusively after midnight, and I did it at the jankiest Waffle House we had in town.
In no particular order (and note I wasn’t present for all of this, these are just some of the things that happened there).
-Biker shootout
-Gang banger shootout
-Random person cranking rounds off in the parking lot
-Cartel yahoo’s cranking rounds off into the parking lot prior to going in an ordering (celebratory for someone having a baby in-fact)
-Car hitting the building (sober driver)
-Car hitting building (drunk driver) x4 (might have been 5 or 6 but honestly they all run together)
-Customer trying to stab staff in disagreement and staff succeeding in stabbing attempted stabber back (was there for that one)
-Staff slapping a male in the face with his grill spatula and knocking him unconscious (customer was unhappy with his eggs being scrambled and was trying to punch the cook)
Those are just the realllllly memorable ones. There were the drunk girls heading out of downtown back to their little towns stopping for dinner and seeing a younger guy with a job and no ring (ie me, before I said screw it I’ll just wear my ring on duty and not worry about it getting beat up), that always got interesting. Flip side, drunk yahoo’s coming from downtown and trying to appear “hard core” in front of their friends or girl friends (had on girl clock her BF in the back of the head with a shoe and knock him out so he didn’t try to fight me, I did not write paper on that one). Bounced a few people off the jukebox in that year over that issue.
So yeah, Waffle House. If you’ve never tried the chili, do so, it’s legit. Stay away from the salads, and the chicken noodle soup is basically Campbels hearty chicken noodle (so not bad, nothing special). Everything else is decent, and depending on who’s on the grill the pork chops can be awesome. If you need to clear the place out, fire up the jukebox on the first CD/record and crank the volume, people leave when they realize they have 56 minutes of “Waffle House” music to listen to (it starts with the Waffle House theme).
Now if you reallly want sketchy, there is the waffle House (note the lower case ‘w’), occasionally branded the pancake house (note the lower case ‘p’). These are Kettle restaurants that didn’t meet standard and are the sketchiest places I’ve ever been to after midnight that’s a real restaurant (bars, strip joints, and organized crime fronts are of course out of the mix here). I’d have lived off the Tiger-Mart roller grill before I’d have tried eating the waffle House we had in sector (which since it wasn’t in my district I couldn’t do anyway).