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Ah... Waffle House: What's not to love?
The smell of freshly cooked pecan waffles, piping hot just brewed coffee, bacon and sausage sizzling on the grill, tasty, steamy hash browns, and cheesy fiesta omelets. But if that doesn't suit your fancy, a nice t-bone steak, pork chops or a patty melt is sure to satisfy. The food is always fresh at Waffle House, and the people who work there always greet you with a smile. Also, it's where I met the love of my life... but one hundred words or less would not even begin to describe Jeff!
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