Yup, it is that time of year again, where I go on a treasure hunt through my archive. My 8,000 photo archive to rediscover hidden gems. Behold (and don’t let the rays blind you too much):

God, how I love this institution. On my second trip to Florida last year (may I add second in my life) my friend and I went to have an extremely pleasant brunch at the Waffle House. Lots of waffles, coffee, other sundry things. Grand total for this food fest — $16. For two people. Including tax and tip.

As an aside, a Florida native told me that the Waffle House is frequently turned into the Waffle Ho, which I would stand by the Waffle House day and night to see.

In New York, I pay $16 for a small salad with a random piece of overcooked chicken thrown in.

Florida, me and and my multiple cameras are coming to invade. Invade.