Scattered, Smothered & Covered

So as we were driving home from a sleepover in the LAF, Mitch had a sudden inspired thought. Let's stop at Waffle House for dinner. So, we stopped at what is, in Rome, referred to as "the Berry Waffle House." During my stint at Berry, this was the sight of many weeknight study runs and source of the proverbial collegiate "4th meal of the day." And where I learned, from one of the staff there, about a waitress at one of the other Rome Waffle Houses, named "Flametorch Mahoney." I kid you not.

Tonight, it was the sight of the inaugural run of the Jolly boys' Waffle House life experiences; not to be too often replicated in their "growing up years" but most likely often repeated throughout their collegiete years, especially if they attend one of the South's fine institutions of higher learning.

But tonight was for childhood and the Waffle House. Upon learning that this was the first time the boys had been at a Waffle House, it seemed the staff rolled out the red, er, "yellow and black" carpet.

Those little paper, Waffle House hats the cooks wear were procured from the back office and presented to the boys. One of the many songs dedicated to and mentioning the Waffle House was played on the Juke Box in their honor. And the waitress and cook made a Mickey Mouse shaped waffle for each boy, complete with whipped cream (which John Mark referred to as 'shaving cream') faces decorated with chocolate chips.

Hash browns were tasted for the first time and "booth dancing" was displayed by mom and John Mark to the song "Cripple Creek."

A foot stoppin', tea-sippin', juke-box listenin', waffle-eatin', hat-wearin' good time was had by all.