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| - Cracker Barrel is one of those places, which, for me, falls under the heading of "Comfort Food". To be sure, portions are far from small and typically American ... as in "America in the 1960s", when breakfast meant three eggs, pancakes, sausage, ham or bacon, toast, and enough butter to paint the walls of a restaurant yellow. And Cracker Barrel does its best to carry on that tradition. This is NOT the place to go to to eat healthy; and I'd wager, Black Bear Diner has healthier meals. If you're a diabetic or a vegetarian, this is the place to go to commit suicide. Apparently, 70-80% of Arizona's sugar imports go to this restaurant and I'm almost positive I saw a truck filled with cows being delivered to the rear of the building. (Of course, I jest: everyone knows they consume so much meat here, they have their own slaughterhouse on premises).
If your blood sugar level hasn't shot up to 600 reading this and your personal trainer hasn't slapped you for looking at this page, then you'll be happy(?) to know, that the food here is tasty, plentiful and will only likely put 2 or 3 pounds on your hips by meal's end.
Service is usually attentive and polite. There's nothing to fault the place as far as attitude and professionalism is concerned (and isn't the lobby with all those cute knick-knacks just the bees' knees?!).
If President Obama and First Lady Michelle have their way and Americans are compelled to actually exercise and do their part to cut down on medical costs, places like Cracker Barrel will go the way of the Pony Express and 29 Cent a gallon gas. For now, enjoy the blast into the past and the extra dose of cholestorol meds you'll need after eating dinner here.
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