First Watch came up and so did Frisch’s. In our travels, we found ourselves around West Third Street. That big old Waffle House sign is hard to miss and I asked my daughter if she has ever been to one. To my surprise, she said, “No—never have.” That’s where we went for breakfast. My daughter was finally going to have a Waffle House experience.
As we headed in that direction, I started thinking of Brian. He’s a client I had at AVOC—AIDS Volunteers of Cincinnati—back in the late 1990’s. I was part of their “Buddy Program,” being a friend to someone living with AIDS. He lived over in Covington and whenever we would meet up, he always wanted to go to the Waffle House on West Third Street. I think the last time I went there was with him and that’s been many years ago.
My daughter and I arrived at the Waffle House around nine thirty, and the place wasn’t busy yet. There were seven waitresses standing around looking for something to do. Don’t ask me which one of these ladies was our waitress. I think they all were.
Being as my daughter had never been to a Waffle House before, it took a while for her to decide what to order. She ended up getting a waffle with wheat toast, hash browns and bacon with some kind of strange drink associated with lemonade. I had the ham and cheese omelet which came with wheat toast and hash browns and sausage patties. I got a Diet Coke which, to me, tasted like regular Coke, but my daughter took a sip and told me it wasn’t.
The service was fast and there was a lot of food. I didn’t think I could eat all of it, but I mostly did. My daughter ate most of her waffle and touched some of the side dishes, but she got full pretty fast. The food was good, but the conversation was better. It’s always good to hang out with one of my kids.
As we were leaving, I noticed the place was starting to get busy. I was glad. It would give those seven waitresses something to do.
The Waffle House on West Third Street in Covington is kind of dumpy with those dropped ceilings and all. It really needs to be remodeled as it looks dirty. I could also complain about the table we had that was a little sticky with maple syrup, but I won’t. Waffle House is what it is.
It was good to see my daughter. Later on in the day, I started thinking of my old AVOC friend, Brian, and if he’s still alive. I think I’m going to try and find out as I still know some people from that time in my life. Hopefully Brian is still kicking and if he is, maybe we could go to Waffle House again. It would be fun to catch up.
(Photo from yelp.com)