one-eight-one.
plastic cups; non-representational menus.
a little boy running around refilling the stacks of jelly on the tables.
lukewarm meat, nondescript noodles; smokers take up half of the place.
not to mention one of the most remarkable opportunities for people-watching.
it's so different; almost pathetic.
of course, one's views of standards often differs from another's.
and that is certainly what makes a family-run waffle house so interesting.