The food was superb, in the sense of eating among my countrymen as we sat in Madrid with crepes except myself and these chaps were eating sausage. And really it was quite good quite reminiscent of being on a schooner in greek waters as a storm roared but the Captain in charge had scones and tea for the brave men who would save those shrimp from succumbing to Davy Jones Locker below. Thank you Waffle House.