The staff is nice if you’re nice. Most of them will be ready to throw down if you’re an asshole though. Especially the cooks, if the cook exits out from behind the griddle, you have done fucked up big time.
They’ll look mean, and your cook can at least handle a couple methheads(maybe more, depends on when they last stepped out back to take a bump), but if you’re not there to cause problems, a lot of that demeanor can fall away.
Especially your owl crews. They gauge you upon entrance, you’re either fucked to the gills to start shit, or you’re that special kinda person who really just wanted some smothered, covered, and chunked hashbrowns at 1:45AM.
It cracks me up how true this is. I managed a theater for a while so on weekends after close (1a-ish) the managers on duty would go unwind at the nearby WH, got to know the staff there and they’d be vocally profiling people to us as groups were coming to the door.
One time the cook made a dick shaped pancake for one in our group, but cut off the end and sprayed a bunch of ketchup all over the plate.
They were good people, some of my favorite.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=qEpXeTDwbk8
Idk about nice staff, lots of locations where those staff gotta at least look mean to control the drunk idiots.
Dennys ain’t got shit on waffle house.
The staff is nice if you’re nice. Most of them will be ready to throw down if you’re an asshole though. Especially the cooks, if the cook exits out from behind the griddle, you have done fucked up big time.
They’ll look mean, and your cook can at least handle a couple methheads(maybe more, depends on when they last stepped out back to take a bump), but if you’re not there to cause problems, a lot of that demeanor can fall away.
Especially your owl crews. They gauge you upon entrance, you’re either fucked to the gills to start shit, or you’re that special kinda person who really just wanted some smothered, covered, and chunked hashbrowns at 1:45AM.
It cracks me up how true this is. I managed a theater for a while so on weekends after close (1a-ish) the managers on duty would go unwind at the nearby WH, got to know the staff there and they’d be vocally profiling people to us as groups were coming to the door. One time the cook made a dick shaped pancake for one in our group, but cut off the end and sprayed a bunch of ketchup all over the plate. They were good people, some of my favorite.