When Cracker Barrel Restaurants started popping up all over Colorado I remember them causing quite a stir. Tour busses would bring loads of people; there was always a crowd rocking out on the "front porch," and the gift shop was shoulder-to-shoulder chaos. We went occasionally and I never admitted I didn't get the appeal (except for the retro stuff in the storefront), but when you wanted to meet people for breakfast-that was always a place that seemed to please.
A year and a half ago I ventured in to one by myself near a hotel we were staying in while Dave was teaching an onsite. Not good. They stuck me on a hard chair in the middle of the room, mere inches from diners on either side of me and served me the blandest of lunches.
Why, oh, why did I try it again today? We're in Pueblo where Dave is teaching this week and once again, I thought I'd give the Barrel a try. I decided to pore over that menu with a keen eye and get something really delicious. It seemed to me that my problem was just that I didn't order well when I was there – my fault, not theirs. I asked my server what she recommended and then took her up on it. It came out hot and fast and unseasoned and colorless and my check was already on the table within 12 minutes of me being seated. And that was about the end of any service or notice of my existance…except for the patrons on either side of me, just inches away-wondering why I was eating alone and what I was having and if it was good. Same middle table, same hard chair.
I really wanted something to eat, you know? But their menu seems to be for people who don't have teeth or good eyesight going for them. I am not ready for that yet!
But I would like one of their rockers…Jeanie
NOTE TO SELF: Never again choose Cracker Barrel, and try to go with grace if some one else does.