On a booze-laden night, the menu boasts price tags that bear little burden in an evening of costly choices. The restroom is clean enough to rest your head on the cool tile if the sink beings to spin again. And perhaps most importantly, the hot plate back at the booth is served with just enough salt and starch to fill the light back into the black of your mind that you can catch a glimmer of the grill cook’s kind eyes.
The ever presence of Waffle House’s glow is so perpetually unfailing that its rare, but sometimes necessary, closure has been informally measured by FEMA. Deemed the Waffle House Index, the yellow lights along the highway turn off so infrequently that Waffle House’s phased-closure protocol is utilized as a metric to determine the wake of an impending or passing storm.
The Waffle House index not only helps FEMA understand risk management and foresee business recovery, but it also illuminates how the community-at-large might fare from a treacherous storm.