The Waffle Iron is the quintessential breakfast dive, hole-in-the-wall, greasy spoon. It's built in an old gas station. It's got four tables and a bar lined with stools. It's run by two little old ladies, and a couple of young girls from town.

The food is cheap, fresh, and FANTASTIC. They're famous for their waffles, of course, which are the tallest I've ever seen, crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside. Their signature breakfast comes with a waffle, eggs, and bacon for $4.

The omelets are great, too, I like the Californian, which has bacon, avocado, and mozzarella. They serve it with a salsa they make themselves, and send me to Hades if it's not the best salsa I've ever eaten ANYWHERE. They'll sell you some in a Styrofoam cup if you bug them enough. The omelet plate comes with the crispiest hash browns I've ever eaten, and toast. But tell them to hold the toast and substitute a half-order of biscuits and ham gravy. You'll think you've died and gone to heaven. A great ride for only $5.

The coffee is hot and your cup is always full, because they can't fit enough people into the place to keep a waitress busy, it's so small.

I usually visit there in late morning on a weekday, and it's always full but I've never had to wait. I imagine that during breakfast hours, or all day on weekends, there's a healthy wait.

They sell lunch food, too...burgers and fried catfish and the like. I've never been able to get past the phenomenal breakfast food to try their lunch. Perhaps I should.

Open 7 days a week, 6am-3pm.