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Originally Posted by COFlyerCLE (Post 11351625)

Morning, Box brethren,

I was watching 24 last night, and clearly missed a lot of Box traffic.

I think I need to take a trip somewhere. Anywhere. I'm bored out of my mind at home. Any thoughts? I've been looking at going to FRA to see some friends, but have to work the timing out on that.

More coffee is needed, no matter what. Hope all of you on the east coast have dug yourselves out.

I was going to suggest a CO weekend special but it looks like unless you want to go to other parts of the Great State of Ohio, it is best you save your money! Upon further review, I see that if you were the adventurious type you could do a connection in Columbus to get to EWR and have a fun weekend in the city. This potentially could provide for new airport and city pairs for FM!

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Originally Posted by colpuck (Post 11351697)

I woke up this morning to discover it was 61 in my place. When it is that cold, I can't I can sleep so I decided to start the day. My day started with agonizing over how to get 16k bmi miles by the end of the month so I can cash in on the bonus and then cash out before F awards go up. After looking for 30 minutes on ITA and .bomb I decided it was time for a shower and trip to waffle house.

Starting with the shower it was epic. You have no idea how good a hot shower feels when until it is 61 degrees in your house and even colder in your bedroom. After the shower of epic glory, I dressed and prepared for the excursion to waffle house.

First I checked rates and fares to waffle house. Waffle house being only 1.5 miles away, ita and expertflyer only returned CT departing on an as need basis. (CT is the IATA code for colpuck transportation enterprises). After booking a non-refundable walk-return ticket in drivers class, I boarded CT 1 with non-stop service to waffle house. CT 1 this morning was quite cold as no one had warmed up the metal before I boarded. I discovered after I boarded that I was expected to pilot CT 1 to waffle house. I completed the pre-flight checklists (seatbelt, keys, etc), completed the engine start sequence (turned the key), and opened the throttle for the expected 5 min drive to waffle house. (no flight plan was filed and channel 9 was not in operation). I inquired about in-drive service, only to discover there was none, not even BOB. Though there was a cup of water in the cup-holder from yesterday. The flight was smooth with some traffic.

My arrival at waffle house was uneventful, I was cleared for immediate entry into a parking spot. After entry I powered down CT 1 and entered waffle house.

People mock waffle house, and for shame on them. I sat down at booth that clearly hadn't been wiped down and grabbed the laminated menu with pictures on it. As I was sober I was actually able to read the menu and I did so. The waitress was a youngish woman with violently pink hair came up to me from behind the counter. She was previous yelling at the cook (who looked like he could have been a decent college lineman). She took a look at my table and decided that I would not want to eat the remains of the previous person's dish and offered to wipe down the table. I gleefully accepted the offer. At this moment I was in heaven, I was going to get actual service at a waffle house. This was going to be an excellent trip.

I ordered coffee and water. It was delivered promptly. The coffee was from about 4am, but that's ok, it was warm and that was all I wanted. Now some people go to the palm, mortons, fogo, or any number of "fine dining establishments." But when the temperature drops and there is ice on the road, I don't an endive salad or seafood crudite. I want grits. I ordered the "all american breakfast," two eggs (over medium), grits, toast, pecan waffle, sausage. The waitress took my order and screamed at the cook standing all of 5ft away. A side note there were more people in the house, but like every other waffle house I have been in, there were two people working, 5 people supervising.

My food came out in three glorious waves. The first wave was the grits, toast, and eggs. The food white and the plate was white. Like the french dish veal berrue blanc (sp) it craved color. But I knew better. The chef slammed his spoon on my plate to get the grits on there, I knew they were made with care. I will not insult the chef by adding color, he clearly wanted me to take a journey not of sight or sound, but of taste.

I dipped my fork into the grits. I stirred them to ascertain their creaminess. Gingerly, I lifted the fork to my mouth watching the steam rise in waves of them. Their milky whiteness gave me the impression of wave tops as they pound the shore. As I tasted the grits, my defenses melted away like the defenses of a 16 year old girl hearing "I love you" for the first time. They were epic.

I went to the eggs next, they were the next line on my battle plan. I ordered them over medium (whatever that means). They looked like white pillows, something that Jennifer Lopez might have on her bed. Soft and warm, they invited me to taste them. I could not resist. I cut into the yoke and it ran, but I caught it. That was what the toast was for. Tasting them my heart pounded like I just saw the love of my life. Waffle house was winning the war for my heart.

The second wave came, it was the pecan "pea-can" waffle. Like I do with every waffle I have ever eaten. First, I spread the fake butter all over it. Liberally coating it's body with a thin shine of grease and butter substitute. Then I cut the waffle into bite size squares. Then I poured the syrup. At first I dripped the syrup on it, then it came rushing out in a torrent of maple goodness that can only come from a waffle house tub of maple syrup.

The last wave came. My defenses were long gone. The waitress had made a fresh pot of non-premium joe and poured me another cup. I must have been a VIP, she gave me 2 creams. I think I hit waffle house elite with that. The sausage, burnt, over-cooked, and fresh off the gril. Another sweet delicious mouthful of non-premium meat. Piggy, I love piggy.

The meal was over, and I spent left wondering when my next one would. My hair was messed up, breathing ragged, heart pounding. I don't know if I was in post-waffle house bliss or having a heart attack. I didn't know and I couldn't care. Like a thief in the night, I silently paid the check, 8.22 + tip. I couldn't speak, words could not describe how I felt in the moment. Love, hate, regret, exhaustion, and many more emotions came flooding over me as I left the mecca that is waffle house. Ultimately, I was sad. Knowing that I only had one meal to give. Well I gave waffle house, my heart and it gave me the best it could give. I was/am satisfied, well until next time the waffle house calls my name. I have have lost this time, but I will get you waffle house.

Did you ask for compensation due to dirty FC tray table? Also you didn't report if you were able to get a bump on the return trip?

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Originally Posted by rolov (Post 11351706)

great trip report
You should have taken pics and posted in the TR forum :D

Do we really want pics of that this early in the morning?

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Originally Posted by Hartmann (Post 11351735)

I'm surprised we haven't seen this in the main forum: http://www.khou.com/topstories/stori....1c164293.html

with claims that all Saab 340s are death traps.

Interesting story. I like the one passenger that said "The FA said this has only happened 3 or 4 times before so nothing to worry about." I think that shows that there is something to worry about!