“If you've ever wanted to have a waitress tell you her whole life story while you are eating an on-the road at the end of a long daycation meal with your looks-like-we're-a-couple, but we're just out fishing bud, this is the place you've been looking for. I now know way more than I should about the waitress, her cheating ex, her unfulfilled career ambitions and short lived college history. I have friends that I know less about now that I've had this meal. Obviously, we didn't go there to strike up a one sided conversation, and frankly, we couldn't get a word in edgewise. We tried. We would've had to have been rude to her for her to stop ranting and rambling. As it were, when we'd start to give feedback and input on a topic, we were cut off or talked over. This was especially common when my (heteronormative male) buddy would chime in. When polite customers are eating their meal, they can't walk away. We would have enjoyed the meal more if we weren't subjected to a sexist rant about boys being boys and women being "the sinners." The call to join a quasi-celibate sisterhood, refusing mens' advances because they *might be* cheating on some other woman, would have had a better place at someone else's table, not ours. We would have rathered our own private conversation or a little peace and quiet. We got neither during this visit. We usually enjoy playful, lighthearted banter with all service industry personnel. This was definitely not that. We did have plenty to talk about when we got back on the road, though. Given the bold, anti-male sentiment that my guy friend witnessed first hand that night, I don't expect he'll want to stop in, again, and out of principle, neither will I.“
“I passed by a lot of waffle houses from Texas to wait for this one!It seems like I get the same cook and server Everytime who are very good at their job. Food is always perfect, service is always perfect, and they work really good together.“
“If you've ever wanted to have a waitress tell you her whole life story while you are eating an on-the road at the end of a long daycation meal with your looks-like-we're-a-couple, but we're just out fishing bud, this is the place you've been looking for. I now know way more than I should about the waitress, her cheating ex, her unfulfilled career ambitions and short lived college history. I have friends that I know less about now that I've had this meal. Obviously, we didn't go there to strike up a one sided conversation, and frankly, we couldn't get a word in edgewise. We tried. We would've had to have been rude to her for her to stop ranting and rambling. As it were, when we'd start to give feedback and input on a topic, we were cut off or talked over. This was especially common when my (heteronormative male) buddy would chime in. When polite customers are eating their meal, they can't walk away. We would have enjoyed the meal more if we weren't subjected to a sexist rant about boys being boys and women being "the sinners." The call to join a quasi-celibate sisterhood, refusing mens' advances because they *might be* cheating on some other woman, would have had a better place at someone else's table, not ours. We would have rathered our own private conversation or a little peace and quiet. We got neither during this visit. We usually enjoy playful, lighthearted banter with all service industry personnel. This was definitely not that. We did have plenty to talk about when we got back on the road, though. Given the bold, anti-male sentiment that my guy friend witnessed first hand that night, I don't expect he'll want to stop in, again, and out of principle, neither will I.“