

Headquartered in Norcross, GA, Waffle House restaurants have been serving Good Food Fast since 1955. Today the Waffle House system operates more than 1,800 restaurants in 25 states and is the world’s leading server of waffles, t-bone steaks, hashbrowns, cheese ‘n eggs, country ham, pork chops and grits.
Simple chain spot offering American diner fare & all-day breakfast, including signature waffles.
Address and Contact Information
Address: 251 W Rendon Crowley Rd, Burleson, TX 76028
Phone: (817) 447-7452
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Reviews
It’s the kind of place where you can get a simple, satisfying meal anytime since they’re open 24 hours. If you’re looking for a quick, classic American breakfast with good service, Waffle House definitely hits the spot.
I pulled up to the Waffle House my father used to take me to as a kid, hoping to relive some memories from then, in the now. Only to find it under renovation. My heart sank, but I remembered another one was just up the road. The glowing yellow sign cut through the dark morning sky, the moon hanging above it like a silent witness.
Inside it was packed, but quiet. No chatter, just the sound of silverware scratching plates and food hissing on the grill. A man sat at the counter, fist pressed into his cheek, watching the cook work as if it were theater. Another, hat pulled low over his eyes, sipped coffee in silence, his whole body radiating stillness.
My table was dirty and sticky, crumbs scattered across the surface. To me, it was proof someone had obliterated a great meal here just before me, leaving behind only grease and ghosts. The waitress took my order without writing it down, her voice was kind but efficient, already moving toward the next task before I’d even finished speaking.
As I sat waiting, a few people began to leave. Chairs scraped, the bell at the door rang, and the room thinned out. Their departure didn’t make the place any louder or quieter, it just left the remaining few of us more aware of each other, like the tension had space to grow.
Then came the commotion. A pair of sausage links left unattended on a plate by the grill sparked a moment of chaos. Whose were they? Voices bounced back and forth across the line. The staff froze, side-eyeing one another like suspects in a crime scene. Even I and the other two remaining customers joined in looking around aimlessly. For a few tense seconds it felt like every hand in the room was about to drift down toward a waistband or grope for a hidden weapon under a nearby counter or table. I even instinctively started to move my hand toward my waist, even though I literally had nothing there. I gripped at it anyway, as if that would matter. Then, finally, someone shouted, “Oh, it’s his,” and the whole room exhaled at once. The tension dissolved, and the rhythm of clattering forks and sizzling grease resumed like nothing had happened.
The food was everything it needed to be. The eggs soft and messy with hot sauce, the hash browns crisp on the edges, the chicken sausage guilty and perfect.
I walked out into the dawn, the sign still glowing above me against the early morning sky. In that moment, I realized a small truth: when one Waffle House closes, another one opens. And just like in life, when one chapter ends, another begins. And sometimes, in between, there’s a standoff over some leftover sausages.
Praise the Sausage.
The kitchen was also pretty dirty, particularly on the floor. Tons of food and not sure when it last got swept/mopped. That being said, I was able to watch the cooks the whole time and it seemed they were being safe with the food.
My food was actually great, and everyone I was with was pleased. Prices are fair and good portion sizes.