Adventure comes in all forms, and today it took the shape of a gastronomical trek. Like a beacon of gluttony, the giant Waffle House sign called my name. We don’t have these in Wisconsin and probably for good reason. $11 dollars worth of shame and sadness was the outcome. Womp womp. Pecan waffle almost saved the day but not enough to cover the regret.
Heading back home now on the final leg of driving through Iowa which should be a boring conclusion. Ready for my own bed and toilet.
Waffle House in all its sloppy glory. Never again.
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