Home is smothered and covered
Sometimes home is a good meal, and the best meal of the day is breakfast. Breakfast is the one meal that is generally accepted as appropriate at any time of day or night. Waffle House not only cooks up a solid breakfast, but it is also open twenty four hours a day to serve it.
The damn near never closed doors (look up the Waffle House Index on Grandpa Google to see what I mean) welcome the casual diner, the tourist, the end of shift, the slightly inebriated, and anybody else looking for a bit of home away from home. The coffee may not be a fancy blend and the breakfasts aren’t classy but that is partly why Waffle House feels like home, no pretense. Likewise, the people of Waffle House, staff and diners, are not there to pose, posture, or post on the Twit, Book, or Insta (granted there are a few but like most families there is usually one weirdo who shows up at the house).
Waffle House has many features that are attributed to a home (at least the idea of it). It has good food, good people, and there is always a pot of coffee at the ready. It is a place to go to get away from the worries of the outside world. It’s not just a House, it’s a home.