The hotel I'm staying at, in Midland, has a waffle iron shaped like Texas.
If I were the Waffler-in-Chief (what did you think W. stands for?), and if I were from this part of Texas (he is), I wouldn't want hotels reminding people what a Texas-sized waffle looks like.
I didn't have any waffles. My mother's and father's excellent sourdough waffles from when I was a kid have ruined me for most other waffles forever. Particularly Texas-style waffling leaves a bad taste in my mouth these days.
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