At wafflehouse you get a front row seat of the cooks ass-crack while they cook your eggs and soggy hash browns. There is no “back” except the one you’re looking at, which, in my mind makes this so much better, because said BF would get to watch his eggs being cooked wrong while staring at his enemies ass-crack.
If this was true, at least. Although I can absolutely see a wafflehouse cook handling customers like this as a proper gentleman should.
I picture the cook in the back hearing “Who cooked this shit eggs? Your chef is trash!” and he smirks recognizing the voice as he removes his apron.
At wafflehouse you get a front row seat of the cooks ass-crack while they cook your eggs and soggy hash browns. There is no “back” except the one you’re looking at, which, in my mind makes this so much better, because said BF would get to watch his eggs being cooked wrong while staring at his enemies ass-crack.
If this was true, at least. Although I can absolutely see a wafflehouse cook handling customers like this as a proper gentleman should.