Angelo Pellegrini's "The Unprejudiced Palate"; Anthony Bourdain at the Waffle House.
"I found, first of all, the meaning, the consumable, edible meaning, of a simple word, lost in the dictionary among thousands of others -- the meaning of the word abundance. I had known scarcity, had lived on intimate terms with its agonizing reality; and the discovery of its opposite, its annihilator, was an experience so maddening with joy, so awful and bewildering, that I am not yet recovered from the initial shock. ... When I arrived in America, I recalled and immediately understood a saying I had frequently heard in Italy. When one had met with a bit of good fortune, such as an unusual yield from the vine or perhaps a meager inheritance, his friends would say to him, Ha, you have found your America.
"I was not immediately impressed by the skyscrapers, the automobiles, and the roaring trains of the metropolitan centers along the eastern seaboard. ... What was immediately impressive were the food stalls; the huge displays of pastries and confections, the mountains of fish, flesh, and fowl; the crowded cafes, where the aristocrat -- or so he seemed -- sat beside the drayman in overalls, gulping coffee drawn from huge urns and soberly eating ham and eggs; eating such fare without any visible display of joy, as if in obedience to some distasteful duty -- as if it were yesterday's polenta! Ham and eggs! (Come to your senses, ye brave Americans, and spare your noble dish the corrupting catsup! Amend your constitution -- you did it once against misguided gourmets -- that you may enjoin forever such culinary adultery.) Ham and eggs with fried potatoes, stacks of buttered toast and coffee -- that was my first acquaintance with American food. It remains to this day my favorite dish.
"The sinful waste among the native population left me amazed and horrified. ... Old and young alike drew from their lunch buckets huge sandwiches of homemade bread filled with meats, jam, and precious butter. They took large bites from the center and threw irreverently upon the ground 'the fringe of crust.' The slabs of apple and raisin pie ... were seldom entirely eaten. Only a few ate the neatly folded flaky crust at the edge. In view of what I later heard women say about making piecrust, this fact convinced me that the ways of the American, as of the Almighty, are inscrutable."
"After a few bites of waffle, a burger, a hunk of generic T-bone, and some hash browns, one feels drawn right to the center of what makes our country great":
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...that loves its patrons and you'll be set!
Best biscuits and gravy in the region. Warm, friendly, dependable service.
They closed it, demolished the building, and turn the lot into additional parking for the Puyallup Fairgrounds.
Such a loss to the community… 
