Tomorrow marks the end of National Waffle Week. If greeting card companies can invent holidays that require 120-pound paper stock sentiments, Waffle House deserves its somewhat self-referential week of lighter weight golden goodness.
Today I am driving to Bel Air, Maryland, where there are three Waffle Houses en route. I might have to sample all of them and still arrive in time for Bubba’s noon kickoff. And yes, for the next twelve hours, I’m quoting Donkey.
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