For a VERY short time in '95, NDH had "cook 'em yourself" waffle irons out near the ceral areas for breakfast. Why so short? A certain couple of clowns thought it funny to pour batter into the hot irons and sit back down at the table and watch the damn things burn up and smoke. Quite humorous to watch the elderly workers scurrying around to unplug the irons and dump the black waffles. Maybe not so funny (but it was anyway) was when one of the waffles caught fire and damn near set the table cloth on fire as well. That was the end of unmanned waffle stations at NDH.