Imagine a small gas station converted into an open one room eatery. That's a Waffle House. The whole interior is courtesy of the modern molded plastics industry. Make sure you're dressed for warm temps because you're sharing the room with the busybusy kitchen. You'll get grease burns sitting at the counter. At least the restrooms get their own seperate space. And the "wait staff" is going to be interesting as there is usually some sort of soap opera/steel cage death match/stare down going on with the personnel.

But I'd still rather do a Waffle House than the 24 hr. joint at the Tropicana!