It appears that while I was off enjoying a little girls' night out in August (in the form of a Jason Mraz concert, of course, because when I party at five-months pregnant, I party hard...), my husband was introducing my daughter to the finer forms of Southern dining.
He took her to Waffle House, to be exact.
And this weekend, when we were looking for something to do for dinner on Saturday night? She requested waffles. Because, apparently, Waffle House is now her favorite restaurant.
But...they gave her a hat. So, I guess if it comes down to waffles and a hat, it would be my favorite restaurant, too?