Each Waffle House is like a roadside diner, only with big financial support. I’ve eaten at WH all over the south, and they all have the great food I expect, with their own local "flavor".
I remember lots of great WH experiences. The first one that comes to mind tonight is an early morning breakfast in Hattiesburg, MS. My waitress was a stunningly beautiful, raven-haired Goddess. She opened her to speak (taking my order), and I don’t think I’ve ever heard a worse dialect. I fell in love… [:)]