I love the cracker barrel.

I don't know why. Oh wait yes I do, because it's bad ass. At cracker barrel you can order milk and you get whole milk, bam, no questions asked. just like that, and a mug, oh and yes, it's a cold mug.

I went to cracker barrel for dinner tonight. It was fantastic. I get basically the same thing every time, every time being about 3 times. Vegetable plate, four vegetables. Always the fried apples because they are delicious. Then it's usually a tough choice between greens and green beans. Both are delicious. Macaroni and cheese is always a good decision and so is okra, always.

Cracker Barrel is one of those places you hope the waitress calls you sweetie or darlin'... no male servers, please. i need a middle aged to older woman who is going to refill my tea and ask me if the food's alright and call me darlin', and you can not be a dude to pull this off.

Everything at cracker barrel is simple, including the people. just plain folks, gettin their country cookin from a place where the people are decent and honest, and you can check out a book on tape, for a reasonable price, that can be turned in at any barrel location.

When the waitress brought me a water and it had lemon in it, I was tempted to remove the lemon from the water. There's somethin about lemon in water that's a bit too la dee da for my simple cracker barrel tastes. I usually prefer lemon in my water, but not at cracker barrel. All I need to accessorize my food is a shit ton of pepper sauce and your basic salt and pepper, and none of that grind it up in the shaker pepper, just the regular amurican kind.

As I paid at the cash register I was tempted to tell the teenager at the register how much I loved the cracker barrel. I really wanted to gush to this person, but then I thought she might not appreciate, or worse yet, love the barrel like I do, and I couldn't stand to think she might not love her job as much as I thought she should, a lot.

The end.