Waffle House dims the lights, lays out white tablecloth, opens reservations for Valentine’s Day

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If you couldn’t get in on the White Castle Valentine’s Day reservations, you might have another, equally unpretentious option: Waffle House announces it will bring back a white tablecloth, candlelit dining experience to nearly 200 locations on February 14. For a 12th year, Waffle House will dim the lights, offer a special menu, and put on some Boyz II Men (Editor’s note: Boyz II Men soundtrack not guaranteed) for the most commercially romantic day of the year.


The annual event began in 2008 with a single Waffle House restaurant in John’s Creek, Georgia, whose manager rolled out the red carpet (er, white tablecloth) for Valentine’s Day diners. It’s since spread to locations in 21 states. Waffle House’s website lists participating restaurants, along with phone numbers and a name to ask for to place your reservation. If you’re at the Waffle House in Russellville, Alabama, ask for Tina! Seriously!

You may dismiss the Valentine’s Day special as ironic, but The Takeout offers no judgment. For busy couples, people on a budget, or just lovers who love each other and also waffles (count me in all three categories), a Valentine’s Day dinner at Waffle House sounds both practical and memorable—definitely more so than a home-cooked lobster disaster or an overprixed prix-fixe at a fondue chain.

Kate Bernot is a freelance writer and a certified beer judge. She was previously managing editor at The Takeout.


Growing up in Atlanta, I have such an irrational love for Waffle House. Look, I get it, their food is fairly basic diner fare, greasy but delicious. That said Waffle House has always been there, whenever I stumbled in hammered or hungover, or broke on Valentine’s Day.

My favorite Waffle House story: a few years ago in Atlanta we had the snowpocalypse, people couldn’t get home, they slept in their cars, in schools. I spent 7 hours going 1.5 miles and slept on a friends couch. My 75 year old receptionist  spent the night in a Waffle House that stayed open throughout the entire cluster. Apparently they kept serving food all night, provided a few clothing and blankets they had available, and everyone had a great time. When asked about the experience the only bad thing she had to say was: “I wish they had a bar.”