So I'm being held hostage by a couple ex-pat roughneck South African and Colorado copper mining executives while in Hades on earth. "Ya hungry for lunch?" " Yeah sure sir" I say. Expecting them to roll me into a high dollar steak house or nightclub at 1300 hours, we pull into a dumpy suburban strip mall to dine at Crackers. God I'd love it if there were a Crackers in Alabama. Anyway, the food was very, very good. Just sandwiches, soups and burgers, but all excellent. So next time you are stuck in the PHX negotiating over mineral rights and need a nice place for a long casual lunch, this is a great spot.