2264 Cheshire Bridge Road, Atlanta, GA 30324 www.wafflehouse.com Good choices: For years I never ate in one of these except for emergency purposes. But I now go happily and voluntarily to the Midtown one. I only go near the breakfast dishes here. The country ham’s my fave, but the bacon isn’t bad (skip the sausage), and the eggs are decent. Pancakes and waffles, meh. Hint: the less surface area of the food that is exposed to the grill’s nameless ointment, the better.
Robert bristled. Then, someone came through the door, making a lot of clamor as he rushed to take the seat beside Lee, who greeted him enthusiastically.
The man, quite thin in a full-length black raincoat, sat down. Robert and Janet heard squawking, just as the man removed a snowwhite cockatoo from under his coat and set it on the counter. The bird walked in circles, screaming, “Any tops in the house? Don’t smother me!”
Lee smiled and continued eating his country ham and eggs. The staff paid no attention.
The man pulled out a deck of Tarot cards and began shuffling them. Just then, a dwarf wearing a gun and a tiara pushed his way through the door and shouted, “Party time!” Robert watched, open-mouthed. “I always want popcorn when I eat here,” Janet said.