There are many restaurants out in these parts that don’t exist on the west coast. When Reaux and I were going cross country, we developed a car game based on spotting Waffle Houses and Cracker Barrels. The rule of the game is that whoever spots and announces the sign first, gets to punch the other person on the shoulder. It is a very sophisticated game.
Starting in Texas, these restaurants are everywhere! It would be like playing the game with Starbucks in Los Angeles. Even though we only played with Waffle Houses and Cracker Barrells, there are many restaurants of these country style restaurants, like Huddle House and Waffle King.
For Valentine’s Day this year, the work studies went on a group date with Tim Ryan at midnight at the Waffle King in Murphy.
Reaux will appreciate that after a long day of drinking mint juleps at the Derby last Saturday, Rex and I went to Cracker Barrel in Louisville (which was way more high falutin than I anticipated), and then Rex’s dad took us out to the Waffle House in Blue Ridge on Tuesday night. Perhaps Huddle House shall be next as I continue my tour of southern standards…

Oh, Cory! You’re making my nostalgic all over! I can’t wait until I’m free from this blasted school crap and can catch up on all the gory Cory details. Hmm. You know what I mean. Miss you, miss heavenly ladyfriend! Keep on living a life that makes me break the tenth commandment. Love love love!