A Review of Denny's Belgian Waffle Platter

As I was busy studying away into the wee hours of the morning I was suddenly attacked by an urgent desire for breakfast. Visions of the Denny's Grand Slam danced in and out of my head and I knew that all hope was lost lest I give in to the insistent craving. I sat my laptop aside, threw on a sweatshirt and some jeans, ran my fingers through my hair, and headed off to the new Grand Forks, ND Denny's at 4:45 a.m. As I peered over the menu I got the feeling that I wanted to try something different from my usual Grand Slam routine. The Belgian Waffle Platter with its boast of the waffle's golden goodness caught my eye so I decided I'd give it a try.

The server rung up my order and requested that I hand over seven dollars and change else my waffle platter would remain hostage in their kitchen. I sheepishly complied and she handed over the goods. Upon first glance of my meal I was immediately disappointed. First of all, I couldn't believe that I paid $7 for such a skimpy little plate of food. The Belgian waffle somehow didn't appear "Belgian enough" and the two side items looked barely done; it's probably never a good idea to eat rare bacon and sausage. Belgian waffles are usually crispier, and sweeter than American waffles, so much so that I usually never have to put syrup on a Belgian waffle.

Denny's Belgian waffle was light and fluffy, and it didn't taste any sweeter than the American variety, in fact I actually had to use the syrup that came with it. The pork actually was done, it just wasn't what I would have expected from a full service restaurant, I want real sausage if I've gotta pay a full service price for it. The sausage tasted like the hollow, boxed, pre-cooked, frozen variety that you find in your local grocer's freezer, the bacon was actually pretty decent but a bit on the paltry side. Needless to say that my immediate disappointment was never reversed. I only ate a couple of bites of the waffle, one bite out of one of the sausages, and both pieces of bacon. In the end I felt like I had paid $7 for two very skimpy pieces of bacon. My Denny's Belgian waffle adventure was not a total lost because the experience did teach me that I can always trust my tried, true Denny's favorite - The Grand Slam. I knew I should have gone with my initial instinct.