Holiday Inn bought an entire block in Beaumont and are forcing all businesses on that block to leave the property. A WH sits on this property. Tell them to move it to BCS.

These injustices cannot stand!

We need to re-ignite this fire. The people of CS have gone far too long without late night waffle goodness. It's time to take a stand. We don't just want Waffle House. We NEED Waffle House.

^ GOLD!

No man thinks more highly than I do of the eggs, as well as bacon, of the very worthy gentlemen who has just addressed the Zoo. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of breakfast or lunch; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at waffles, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to A&M and our team. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my team, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Waffles, which I revere above all earthly pancakes.
Mr. Solari, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of breakfast. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for hashbrowns? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their morning salivation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to eat the whole omelette; to know the worst, and to pay for it.
I have but one lamp by which my stomach is guided, and that is the lamp of Waffle House. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the Kettle for the last several years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a biscuit. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those flapjack-like preparations which cover our plates and darken our tables. Are burritos and chicken strips necessary to a work of hate and football? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be champions that chicken must be called in to win back our trophies? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of IHOP and the Kettle; the last arguments to which t-sips resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this inferior breakfast, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Waffle House any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this lack of hashbrowns and waffles? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which t.u. has been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last 100 years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the SEC, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the Kettle and IHOP. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional burritos and chicken; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the plates of waffles! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of Smothered and Covered. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be full-- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long hungered, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the Corporate Office is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable a breakfast. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally intoxicated, and when the Kettle’s crap shall be filling every stomach? Shall we gather strength by chicken and burritos? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the Waffle House could place near our campus. The thousands of people, armed in the holy cause of waffles, and in such a university as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just Coach who presides over the destinies of teams, and who will raise up recruits to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the large, the fast, the smart. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in Big XII-2+2-1+?+?-? and the WAC! Our conference affiliation is forged! Its clanking may be heard on the hills of Arkansas! The BCS is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Laynes, Canes-- but there is no satisfying chicken. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the southeast will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already on the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is chicken so dear, or burritos so tasty, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me Waffle House or give me death!

Please god !! Waffle House now

Patrick "Hash" Brown's famous speech from 1979!!!1!

Wow

Is all this rage about waffle house "legitimate rage"? Or is it just God's will that there is no waffle house in BCS?

Well said!

Have any of our SEC brethren joined this crusade? Have we shined the SEC beacon upon this dark cloud over Aggieland?

Ate at a wafflehouse in Atlanta this morning.

True Story

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No man thinks more highly than I do of the eggs, as well as bacon, of the very worthy gentlemen who has just addressed the Zoo. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of breakfast or lunch; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at waffles, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to A&M and our team. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my team, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Waffles, which I revere above all earthly pancakes.
Mr. Solari, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of breakfast. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for hashbrowns? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their morning salivation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to eat the whole omelette; to know the worst, and to pay for it.
I have but one lamp by which my stomach is guided, and that is the lamp of Waffle House. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the Kettle for the last several years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a biscuit. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those flapjack-like preparations which cover our plates and darken our tables. Are burritos and chicken strips necessary to a work of hate and football? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be champions that chicken must be called in to win back our trophies? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of IHOP and the Kettle; the last arguments to which t-sips resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this inferior breakfast, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Waffle House any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this lack of hashbrowns and waffles? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which t.u. has been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last 100 years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the SEC, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the Kettle and IHOP. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional burritos and chicken; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the plates of waffles! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of Smothered and Covered. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be full-- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long hungered, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the Corporate Office is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable a breakfast. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally intoxicated, and when the Kettle’s crap shall be filling every stomach? Shall we gather strength by chicken and burritos? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the Waffle House could place near our campus. The thousands of people, armed in the holy cause of waffles, and in such a university as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just Coach who presides over the destinies of teams, and who will raise up recruits to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the large, the fast, the smart. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in Big XII-2+2-1+?+?-? and the WAC! Our conference affiliation is forged! Its clanking may be heard on the hills of Arkansas! The BCS is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Laynes, Canes-- but there is no satisfying chicken. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the southeast will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already on the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is chicken so dear, or burritos so tasty, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me Waffle House or give me death!

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Wut?

This is AWESOME!

Waffle House sucks. There's not really anything they do that the Kettle doesn't do better, and Kettle sucks almost as much as Denny's.

It's like people who argue about Pat's and Geno's

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Have any of our SEC brethren joined this crusade? Have we shined the SEC bacon upon this dark cloud over Aggieland?

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FIFY.

my email to Jeff Cole...

Jeff Cole,

There should be...nay...it is essential that the Bryan/College Station area gets a Waffle House in the near future. Where else will the Fightin' Texas Aggie Football players go to eat waffles and hashbrowns after beatin' the hell out of their opponents? IHOP? You and I both know that is an unacceptable substitute. Insulting almost.

A concerned and loyal customer of Waffle House and lover of syrup.

Regards,

Koach
FTACO '05

- I don't know if I'll be going to Heaven or Hell, but I'll be going from Texas.
- Never ask a man if he's from Texas. If he is, he'll tell you. If he's not, there's no need in embarrassing him.

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Do I spy a Waffle House menu?

Waffle House!

I EMAILED HIM!

I shall never wank again if waffle house "comes" to CS!!!!!

Dude WTF?

Triad, and my fellow brethren, I love thee.

Now give me a GD Waffle House or give me death...

Waffle House is horrible. Keep BCS Waffle House free!!!

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No man thinks more highly than I do of the eggs, as well as bacon, of the very worthy gentlemen who has just addressed the Zoo. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of breakfast or lunch; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at waffles, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to A&M and our team. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my team, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Waffles, which I revere above all earthly pancakes.
Mr. Solari, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of breakfast. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for hashbrowns? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their morning salivation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to eat the whole omelette; to know the worst, and to pay for it.
I have but one lamp by which my stomach is guided, and that is the lamp of Waffle House. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the Kettle for the last several years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a biscuit. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those flapjack-like preparations which cover our plates and darken our tables. Are burritos and chicken strips necessary to a work of hate and football? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be champions that chicken must be called in to win back our trophies? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of IHOP and the Kettle; the last arguments to which t-sips resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this inferior breakfast, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Waffle House any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this lack of hashbrowns and waffles? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which t.u. has been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last 100 years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the SEC, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the Kettle and IHOP. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional burritos and chicken; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the plates of waffles! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of Smothered and Covered. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be full-- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long hungered, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the Corporate Office is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable a breakfast. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally intoxicated, and when the Kettle’s crap shall be filling every stomach? Shall we gather strength by chicken and burritos? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the Waffle House could place near our campus. The thousands of people, armed in the holy cause of waffles, and in such a university as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just Coach who presides over the destinies of teams, and who will raise up recruits to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the large, the fast, the smart. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in Big XII-2+2-1+?+?-? and the WAC! Our conference affiliation is forged! Its clanking may be heard on the hills of Arkansas! The BCS is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Laynes, Canes-- but there is no satisfying chicken. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the southeast will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already on the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is chicken so dear, or burritos so tasty, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me Waffle House or give me death!

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So give you waffle house or give you death? That's hard core.

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Now we're getting somewhere!

Tweet from Jason Cook.

@jason_cook: I am on the bandwagon now. Aggieland needs a @WaffleHouse -- This is SEC Country. #WafflesforAgs

Canz I has Waffel Haus??!!!

It's gonna happen!!!