In the heart of the city, where the Southern sun gleams,
A house of waffles, where breakfast dreams team.
On Glenwood's path, its doors wide and inviting,
Navigate the clues, to a spot so exciting.
Look for the yellow glow, like a beacon in the night,
Where hash browns sizzle, and syrup's pure delight.
With plates stacked high and a warm, friendly cheer,
Your next adventure awaits, can you feel it near?
Crack this riddle, let curiosity unfold,
To a place where the griddle's hot, and stories are told.
Where am I, in this city so grand?
The answer lies where breakfast is always in demand.