anthony: the south is not a monolith. there are pockets of weirdness, awesomeness, and then there s charleston. where for some time now important things have been happening with food. a lot of them having to do with this guy. [ laughter ] i took a walk through this beautiful world felt the cool rain on my shoulder found something good in this beautiful world i felt the rain getting colder sha la la la la sha la la la la la sha la la la la sha la la la la la la anthony: what are we drinking? beer? we drinking harder stuff? what s going on? sean: i usually go with a budweiser and a jagermeister. anthony: budweiser and a jagermeister? so any notion of going local right out the window. sean: yeah. bartender: two jagers? anthony: uh, yeah, two jagers. yeah. cheers. good to see you again, man. sean: cheers, man. the first one s never good. the first one is never good. but it gets easier after the first one. anthony: so, look, um, this is no
sean: we have one choice for late-night eating and it s the waffle house. and they create this environment where no matter how blitzed you are, or how normal you are, you are welcomed and treated equally with an experience. it s not just, like, you know, eating a plate of food. anthony: you re talking about it like a magical spiritual place. sean: no, it s beyond a magical spiritual place. anthony: it is indeed, marvelous, an irony-free zone where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts, where everybody, regardless of race, creed, color or degree of inebriation is welcomed. its warm, yellow glow a beacon of hope and salvation, inviting the hungry, the lost, the seriously hammered all across the south to come inside. a place of safety and nourishment.