When I moved to Tennesse from Virginia, it was still legal to smoke on restaurants in VA. The day we moved we got into town after most places were closed, and we were starved, so stopped at a waffle house. Lit up a cigarette at the table and the waitress freaked the fuck out. Lol. Waffle house and smoking are so intrinsically linked my head that now, years after quitting, I still crave cigarettes whenever I see that fucking sign, and I genuinely almost never crave cigarettes. They stink and I don’t miss them. But it was just… The place you smoked and ate hash browns. I can go to bars without associating them with cigs as much as I do waffle house.
A group of us teenagers would go to a local diner similar to a Waffle House and sit, drink endless coffee, and smoke. We were there at least one night each week.
We made sure to be there when the ban finally went into place in my state. At midnight exactly, one of the waitresses came over, said put them all out. We did and she left with the ashtray.
When I smoked, I used to have a collection of ash trays from restaurants, and even a metal one with a tree for holding the cigarettes that came from a hospital. When I found out TN didn’t allow smoking in restaurants I started asking all the restaurants I went to if they had any left and if I could have them
When I moved to Tennesse from Virginia, it was still legal to smoke on restaurants in VA. The day we moved we got into town after most places were closed, and we were starved, so stopped at a waffle house. Lit up a cigarette at the table and the waitress freaked the fuck out. Lol. Waffle house and smoking are so intrinsically linked my head that now, years after quitting, I still crave cigarettes whenever I see that fucking sign, and I genuinely almost never crave cigarettes. They stink and I don’t miss them. But it was just… The place you smoked and ate hash browns. I can go to bars without associating them with cigs as much as I do waffle house.
A group of us teenagers would go to a local diner similar to a Waffle House and sit, drink endless coffee, and smoke. We were there at least one night each week.
We made sure to be there when the ban finally went into place in my state. At midnight exactly, one of the waitresses came over, said put them all out. We did and she left with the ashtray.
I never went back.
When I smoked, I used to have a collection of ash trays from restaurants, and even a metal one with a tree for holding the cigarettes that came from a hospital. When I found out TN didn’t allow smoking in restaurants I started asking all the restaurants I went to if they had any left and if I could have them
I still have the ashtray my grandfather stole from The Playboy club