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.