White Castles in NYC (and maybe elsewhere?) do similar events, and they're fun! I'd totally go to a Waffle House V-Day Dinner!

I'd do it. I think the only time I ever did anything on Valentine's Day was with his oddball I had just started seeing.
Too bad there are no Waffle Houses or White Castles nearby. I may ask someone totally inappropriate out to eat.

Remember what Dan Savage says, kids. And those discount butt plugs at Aldi are not for insertion.

A one and
a two

This, not his, and I still can't believe that second link even exists.

Aw, hell yeah!

Except that a trip to Waffle House would cut into our well-established Valentine's tradition of homemade pizza and horror movies.

I never need an excuse to eat at Waffle House, but having one makes it that much better.

Maybe I should take someone to the truck stop. Free sandwiches and $1.30 for your second chicken fried steak. And they have wifi. Sometimes.
I think my current plans are two tests and secret valentines.

I am so thinking of scaring the crap out a boy right now, though. Which one, which one. So young and so scared. Where are my evil dice? My dice of evil.

Oh, I know. I will take their pictures and post them with stats and let you guys pick.

Put me down for the chicken fried steak too. Used to be my favorite meal until enchiladas took over.

I just had some more. That gravy is kind of amazing. I can't remember ever getting one before.

Well, one boy down. Upon chatting he seems so... conventional. And so young.
I just feel maternal.
Yeah, I can't do it. No spark, no nothing, crazy power differential. I'm surrounded by children. They may be cute but I just want to smell their heads for that baby scent.
Why do I never go for the pretty ones.

What Ardiril said.

I miss IHOP's cream of wheat pancakes.

I used to love all you can eat buffets as a kid. I'd take plate after plate of Swedish meatballs, nothing else. My mother thought I was nuts. I couldn't get enough Swedish meatballs. So Ikea is sounding real good about now.

Splunge, I still love all-you-can-eat buffets, especially breakfast buffets! I have fond memories of my parents taking us to the rooftop dining room of the posh hotel for brunch (though my mother tells me that probably only happened a handful of times).

A few years ago, my mom took me as her companion on a group tour of Costa Rica. I was (privately, in my head) a little snobby about the idea of a packaged tour and all its scared-tourist implications, but I rapidly discovered one great luxury of these tours designed for elderly upper-middle-class Americans: lavish breakfast buffets at every single hotel. It was FANTASTIC.

As recently as yesterday, I was searching online for a posh breakfast buffet in the area, hoping to find one that rivals the Sunday brunches I remember from my childhood.