Speaking of which...
On the second morning before meeting up with Brad in Arizona, I stopped in for breakfast at a Waffle House(which I thought would be like an IHOP) as it was open early. I almost walked out after looking over the menu but decided that if nothing else I would eat the eggs and forget the rest. The eggs were good, the hash browns OK, both were amazingly greasy even though they didn't look it. The sausage, you would need to close your eyes to eat it and because some of the other early morning clientele present looked possibly suspect, I felt like it was only prudent to blink occasionally. I skipped the sausage.
I think there may have been a pancake, but it was forgettable.
What was not forgettable was the conversation of the fry cook. He was talking about how he was filling in for the other cook who was going to have to get part of his leg amputated. Supposedly, the other cook had this really bad ingrown toenail that got super infected and the doctors took off his toe. My cook thought that they should have taken more of the foot as well because "That gangrene stuff spreads further than you think" and now they're talking about taking off the leg below the knee, but that probably ain't enough because "that gangrene stuff spreads further that you think" and what they definitely should be doing is to take off the leg to above the knee.
I had a sudden urge to use the restroom. I highly recommend this place for breakfast if you are even slightly constipated. I was completely cleaned out and ready for a hiking day with Brad.