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.