Cracker Barrel

Those readers who have actually visited us in Kentucky will be rolling your eyes already, just from reading this posting's title! (And those of you with visits planned, beware!) Yes, we drag all our out-of-town company to the Cracker Barrel restaurant for some down-home cooking and a taste of Southern comfort. It is, quite simply, a unique experience. Morbidly fascinating, as it were. And we can’t get enough of it. We were there last night.

What is it about Cracker Barrel? The one we go to most often serves a rural community, so the people-watching is World Class entertainment. People of all sizes and hairdos (yes, we are talking mullets here...) Families, large and small. A fair sprinkling of travelers. We were there on Mother’s Day last year (just a coincidence, since we don’t celebrate Mother’s Day between us, neither of us being mother to the other) and the crowd was of the once-a-year-out-to-dinner sort. There was ‘mama’ with her corsage and her huge beehive hairdo and polyester dress, surrounded by freshly scrubbed kin, all 14 of them. They were sitting up very straight in their chairs and the waitress was talking very slowly to them, evidently trying to explain what a menu was.

Last night we were nearly run over in the parking lot 3 times – and only one of those was by a car.

The variety of John Deere merchandise in the Country Store section is unparalleled – it is where we got a John Deere clock and a John Deere model tractor and a John Deere road sign…

Yep, fried chicken and fried catfish… Great place, Cracker Barrel.