Last Friday night I was able to take part in one of my favorite holiday traditions – Christmas Eve dinner at Waffle House. That’s right – I said Waffle House. It’s one of those meals that I look forward to each year in a way that only comes from sharing a tradition with family. Like most great family traditions, this one appears to be completely insane to an outsider. Why would anyone subject himself to Waffle House food on any day of the year, much less Christmas Eve, many will ask. The answer is simple. Wrapped up in each of those golden waffles is a little piece of heaven – a warm fluffy touchstone to home. They don’t call it comfort food for nothing.