We went to our friendly neighborhood Waffle House today for brunch. We ate some excellent waffles and eggs and grits and toast and jam and I took some fun photos and V had a great time there, as usual (she loves watching them cook).
They're always Super Nice there, at this particular one - which is why we go there rather than the one that's right down the block from our house. They're nice at that one too, but not Super Nice.
So I wanted to write a Super Nice post about how much I love Waffle House; it was already taking shape in my head. But one of the guys working there (Super Nicely) asked me what I was taking pictures of. Then he told me I wasn't allowed to take pictures and that the rules say that he's not even allowed to serve food to someone with a camera.
Good thing I already ate.
It's not his fault, and he was nicer about it than he needed to be. But it completely soured my brunch and my feelings for Waffle House. I know I've taken loads of photos at Cracker Barrel and they've never given me a hard time. I'm not sure I want to go back there. They have an interesting culture, good, reasonably priced food for the Average Joe, but they don't want Average Joe to photograph any of it. Because that would be ... bad?
Disappointing. I feel like a kid who just got her hand smacked with a ruler.