They don't have a problem building anything right on the beach in Mississippi. And at this particular Waffle House, the only thing between you and the beach is the dupster, as demonstrated in the photo above. The service was great, and food right on.

We asked our server which casino was the best one for finding the lowest table limits. Everyone working behind the counter concurred all were the same, but almost everyone in this particular WH was heading over to Boomtown after their shit ended. Of course, ever billboard in town toutes Boomtown's award-winning buffet, but everyone at the WH suggested we avoid Boomtown's buffet like the plague.

On the road to the Redneck Riviera, Diane, 14-year veteran of Waffle House provided us with attentive service. While Tony was the only one to order his hash browns extra crispy, we all managed to receive our hash browns charcoal-style. One wonders if we had requested our hash browns ‘extra-attentive’, would we have received hash browns verses barbeque briquettes.

While this particular Waffle House was uneventful to us, we’re certain the place lit up in conversation upon our departure. We were lacking day-glow hunting caps, and jumpers with forest undergrowth prints.

My Texas Cheese Steak Plate is coming back at me something violent. Violent. Oh, holy Mary, Mother of God... make it stop.

Had our traditional Christmas Dinner at Waffle House. My Texas Cheese Steak Plate was overdone, as if the cook was transfixed on us instead of the grill while we set up the camera for our Waffle House self-portrait.

Merry Christmas to all.

One of my biggest reservations about dining at Waffle House is deciding where to sit. When you enter, you have no idea the perspective you will need to see all the action unfold. A general rule of thumb would have your back to the wall, with the grill in clear sight. But, that’s not always possible.

So when we walked into Unit 1172 earlier tonight, our pickin’s were as slim as the pickle slices. Not because the restaurant was busy, but because WH had either just gone through a shift change, or they were about to go through a shift change. There were WH Crew members hanging out everywhere, and with no rhyme or reason. Some littered the booths, while others had ponied up and saddled on the bar. A few, just clung to a virtual space they had carved out as their own.

In hindsight, I had selected the wrong location. Not only was my back to the grill and most of the restaurant, but also my sound collection cups known as the ear were sitting right beneath the air conditioning system. While I may own the patent on the Bionic Vocal Box, Jamie Summers took all they had when it came to the Bionic Ear. I even tried pushing my unkempt sideburn out of the way – much the way Jamie did with her Bionic locks – to hear through over-styled hair in an under-fashioned world; but alas, my efforts were to no avail: I couldn’t hear crap with that damn air conditioning running right above my head. And to make matters worse, the She-He manager came from the back and cued up the jukebox, "Christmas In Dixie".

By now in New York City
There's snow on the ground
And out in California
The sunshine's falling down
And maybe down in Memphis
Graceland's all in lights
And in Atlanta, Georgia
There's peace on earth tonight

By now, the She-He had spotted a worker sitting at the bar. While I did not hear the entire discourse, I did manage to pick up the gist of the conversation and a few quality sound bytes. “I told you to never hang out here again,” She-He yelled.” I struggled to filter Alabama from the Alabama transplants, but the jukebox was blaring from the corner. I couldn’t very well turn around and stare, but in hindsight, maybe that was my main mistake.

Christmas in Dixie
It's snowing in the pines
Merry Christmas from Dixie
To everyone tonight

The two yelled back and forth at each other. The She-He manager made it clear he was not supposed to be there. He pointed out his mama didn’t give him bus fare. She-He said it wasn’t her-his fault his mama didn’t give him bus fair. He was not supposed to be there.

It's windy in Chicago
The kids are out of school
There's magic in Motown
The city's on the move

My hash browns were set in front of me. “You want ketchup with that?” “No,” I replied, waving our server Mary off and at the same time, silencing her with a hand gesture.

In Jackson, Mississippi
To Charlotte, Caroline
And all across the Nation
It's a peaceful Christmas time

“If I ever see you here again,” piped the She-He manager, “I’ll fire your slack-ass so fast you’ll never get home to your Mama.”

Christmas in Dixie
It's snowing in the pines
Merry Christmas from Dixie
To everyone tonight

“Now get your ass out of here before I call the po-lice.” He got up, pulled his over-sized pants to just below his waist, and walked towards the door, rejected by the Waffle House.

And from Fort Payne, Alabama ...
"God Bless Y'all, We love ya,
Happy New Year, Goodnight.
Merry Christmas!! "
Merry Christmas tonight ...

“Did you want a refill on that sweet tea?” asked our server Mary.