“The Big Nasty.” It’s my own personal holy grail.
What is “The Big Nasty” exactly?
Well, all I know is that when I wake up with a pounding headache, dry mouth, and an empty stomach, it’s what I’m craving. The ultimate culinary cure for a hangover.
And that never-ending search for “The Big Nasty” perfection is what had me stumbling into Waffle House one weekend morning.
Ok, it wasn’t really morning. More like noon.
My order? A full plate of Waffle House’s famous hash browns—served smothered, covered, chunked, and country.
For Waffle House rookies, that’s hash browns with onions, melted American cheese, diced ham, and sausage gravy poured all over . . . Perfect to line the stomach. Perfect to absorb any alcohol left sloshing around.
So did these Waffle House hash browns earn the title of “The Big Nasty”?
No. But they definitely placed. In fact, I’m thinking of giving them the title of “The Massive Disgusting.”
Which is truly an honor to be proud of.