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Being in Phoenix on family business and feeling properly knackered, the only thing that made sense for a hot date was a run to Waffle House. Even though the energy was low, this is something shared and enjoyed together, so the mission was non-negotiable. Stepping into this brand-spanking-new Tempe spot, the modern look was sharp enough to wake anyone up.
The servers here are the real deal—nice girls with zero pretension who clearly understand that they’re in the business of people first, and food second. Snagging a booth for breakfast-for-dinner was the move, especially with the TouchTunes keeping the vibe right. Stepping out to the "patio"—aka the parking lot—for coffee and cigarettes while waiting for the order was a proper session. Walking back in, the timing was bang on, as Nick was putting on a Southern Hibachi clinic at the griddle while rocking out to the music alongside us.
The spread was absolutely the business:
The Hashbrown Bowl: Piled high with bacon and melted cheese, it provided the heavy-duty fuel needed for a late-night dinner.
Peanut Butter Chip Waffle: Watching the butter melt into the chips before drenching it in syrup was a religious experience.
Biscuits & Gravy: Massive portions of sausage gravy over fresh biscuits kept the whole evening grounded.
Capping off the night with those red 2025 holiday mugs made it clear this crew is firing on all cylinders. They are definitely in the business of people, not necessarily just food... Damn! I love Waffle House 😎