When my brother first started in construction, one of his first contracts was the ceilings in the Waffle Houses. As one of just a few contractors approved to do the work, we helped build them all over Atlanta, as well as from Tennesee to Texas.
I LOVE Waflle House. When I was stationed in Panama City, the one across the street from the mall was used to seeing me and my roomate get dropped off, bleary eyed and stumbling at around 3 or 4 AM every Friday. They would smile and start making our meals before we sat down (We are never rude and good tippers).
We have one here in OK in the college town I used to live in, but lately I have noticed the newer ones have departed that familiar style. It is one of the truely iconic things for those who have spent too long on the road.
