Stuck in Time

Posted Thursday, February 07, 2013 9:56 AM by Amy Unger

Cracker Barrel is synonymous with roadtrips for me. Anyone else have fond memories of this quaint albeit clichéd chain of restaurants/shops? Dad used to stop at them on our trips to Florida. I have one down the street from my house, but rarely go there... just because it doesn't feel right if I don't have an exciting destination. But I went last night. Eggs, pancakes, grits, biscuits with gravy, and bacon for dinner, all by fireside. Mmmm.

Not recommended every day, but you only live once. 

While the dinner was delicious, my favorite part is still the olde-tyme store you must cross through to get to the food (clevah). While Steven tinkered with the throwback toys, I marveled at the dazzling array of stick candy flavors that reminded me of Little House of the Prairie.

Ah, the simple things. 

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# re: Stuck in Time

Thursday, February 07, 2013 2:35 PM by crackerboxpalace

We also stop at Cracker Barrel while traveling.  But there are plenty of them here in Atlanta so we eat there occasionally.  The ambience in the dining area is quaint, kind of "homey," and the food is good.  I know the store is corporate, not homey, and that grandma doesn't cook but I did expect country cooking to be more or less authentic.  That is, until the great red eye gravy incident.  Once a year or so I get a hankerin' for eggs, country ham, biscuits and red eye gravy.  When I was young my dad used to take me to his mother's at the crack of dawn for this delicious but heart attack inducing meal.  I honor that memory once in a blue moon.  Anyway, when I placed the order the waitress apologized because they were "out" of red eye gravy.  Incredulous, I asked her if they had coffee?  "Yes."  Ham grease?  "Yes."  A little sugar?  "Yes."  Then how could they be out of redeye gravy?!  Alas, they get it in cans.  Now I just order something else. /Steve

# re: Stuck in Time

Tuesday, February 12, 2013 6:14 PM by David McClure

As a kid, we used to stop at the same Cracker Barrel off I-75 near Birch Run when we were going up north. It became a family tradition. Breakfast at Cracker Barrel and then up to the U.P. or the Au Sable River area.

I never go there unless there's another destination waiting either. And you have to stop for some candy or to check out all of the strange trinkets.

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