Well, barbecue sauce is delicious

Short story shorter: man loses his shit when Waffle House doesn’t have barbecue sauce, goes to jail over it

Oh, Waffle House, how I love thee.  No really, I love Waffle House.  I go at least once a month regardless of how healthy I decide to try to be for a week.  In fact, in the morning of the day that I’m writing this right now, I went to Waffle House.  I had a heaping mound of hash browns with chili and onions on it, and a side of sausage.  It was delicious.

But anyway, as much as I love Waffle House, there’s no mistaking that it’s a magnet for odd stories and interesting characters.  Some, not as savory as others, and in the case of this Macon Waffle House, unfortunately a volatile and very hostile customer, hell bent on getting some barbecue sauce.

Now I’ve been to Waffle Houses in at least five different states, and I can’t say that I’ve ever once seen barbecue sauce available at a single one of them.  It’s always ketchup, mustard, salt, pepper and Tabasco sauce, and sometimes there have been A1 and/or Heinz 57 and/or the occasional Waffle House-branded imitation steak sauce that’s almost like A1 mixed with Heinz 57. 

But never barbecue sauce.

Don’t tell Willie Edward Drake though, because he was absolutely certain that Waffle House had barbecue sauce.  I don’t disagree that they probably should, because barbecue sauce is delicious and goes with just about everything that ketchup could, but facts are facts, never seen a Waffle House with any before.

Regardless, I have to admire the man’s dedication and drive to score some barbecue sauce to eat with his presumably sandwich, steak and/or eggs or hash browns.  I can’t say that I’d be willing to go to jail over barbecue sauce, but not only was he willing, he made sure to say it loud enough to be quoted that he was:

“I’ll go to (expletive) jail over some barbecue sauce!”

And he did.

A+ journalism on the reporting though, and although it may never win a Pulitzer, it sure wins the hearts of people who love exploitative and ironic stories like this one, like myself.

Now I’m curious just how much extra life barbecue sauce on Waffle House foods could inject into a business that I already love.

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