Waffle House

Fast friendly service. Kandice cooked our food and amazed me how she remembered all the orders being spewed at her by Deanne. Deanne served me and my bud Jeff and as always she was great. The coffee was exceptional too!

6:50 a.m. It was still dark when I pulled into the lot. The glowing yellow sign hummed against the sky like a beacon, promising grease and comfort. Inside, the place was alive. Cooks calling to each other, plates clattering, conversations weaving together into that unique Waffle House rhythm. My waitress greeted me with a smile and a birthday crown on her head. Two five dollar bills were pinned proudly to her apron, the kind of small-town tradition that lets everyone know you’re celebrating. I wished her a happy birthday and she laughed, thanked me, and slid my order into the lineup without breaking stride. Two eggs, two chicken sausages, and double hash browns. Every couple of minutes, another customer or coworker would shout “Happy Birthday” across the diner. She’d laugh each time, never tired of it. Then she brought out my plate, paused, and frowned. “I feel like you’re missing a waffle or something,” she said, studying it like a mystery. I explained it was just an extra order of hash browns and it was no problem. She smiled, shook her head, and said, “No worries, I got you.” A few minutes later, another plate slid in front of me, stacked with more potatoes than I had any right to eat before sunrise. Not long after, a coworker walked in carrying a Nothing Bundt Cake. She stood silently behind the birthday waitress for nearly fifteen seconds, waiting for her to turn around. The birthday crown wearing waitress was too busy juggling plates and tickets to notice. When she finally spun, the hug was instant. For a moment, the noise of clattering plates and sizzling grease softened into something warmer. When I paid, I wished her a happy birthday one more time. She smiled like it was the first time she had heard it that morning. I stepped outside into a brighter morning. The sun was climbing now, spilling gold across the lot. Happiness doesn’t always come in big moments. Sometimes it’s just a birthday crown, a smile, and the kind of morning only Waffle House can give you. Praise the double hash browns.

What can I say ? Waffle House very seldom disappoints , this one is no exception! The Dream Team , "2 mil$Tonya" , Lacey and most of all "Tevin Almighty" the short order cook that everyone should strive to be like . Orders flying out to home from 4 different voices , nods and body language undertones, the communication between this team is unmatched . Note to General Manager: Never lose this crew! Do whatever you have to to keep them happy, bonuses, vacation, gift certificates, and acknowledgment, work really well, from one business owner to another . As for the food, outstanding and right on time , hot and fresh and perfect. If you like Waffle House make this one a next stop , if you have never tried WF make your way to this one ! Y'all rock and thanks for the hospitality

Waffle House is a classic breakfast spot that consistently delivers hearty, satisfying meals with a no-frills approach. Known for its signature waffles, the restaurant offers a variety of breakfast options, including classic eggs, bacon, sausage, and hashbrowns. The waffles are always light and fluffy, and they pair perfectly with the various toppings and syrup options available.

Best damn All-Star breakfast ever. Bacon was crispy, grits were fresh, eggs over medium.

Our very first visit here. Staff are so freakin nice. The food was fresh and the best grits I've ever had. Workers: Nathan and Todd deserve a raise!!! Exceptional service from these two.

Jasmine or jazz was my sever and she was HORRIBLE! I ordered an All star: sausage, blueberry waffle, hash browns, raisin toast and grits. First thing that came wrong was a regular waffle, I brought this to her attention and she read my slip and called out my waffle. Then my plate comes with white toast, eggs and hash browns. I tell her I asked for raisin toast and she apologizes. She quickly walks away and I’m assuming to get the rest of my stuff. Well close to 5 mins later she comes back with my waffle and I tell her I’m missing my sausage. Once again she apologizes and calls for the sausage. I love Waffle House real bad but she made me so angry I ate my toast and asked for everything to be packed up. I got my food in huge gaps so my food was different temps. I’ll just take it home and heat it up. She needs to focus. I was being patient but having to remind her that many times about different items is excessive.

I come to this location frequently. Normally our experience is great. Wish our server was more attentive. She seemed to be bothered that she was serving us. Once our food was given to us she did not come back. My mom had to get up and ask for more coffee, she told my mom to sit back down and she would bring it to us. As she turned to get the coffee pot she whispered something to her coworker and that coworker turned and looked at us. Our servers name is tee. We noticed her section buddy being very attentive to her tables and went back several times to each to see if they were alright. I still tipped over 20 percent but it would've more. I'm in the server industry so I know we weren't needy and we were polite.