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| - Believe it or not, I had never been to a Cracker Barrel before. Earlier this week, I met a couple friends for lunch, and they suggested said institution. What they hey, I figured, and down 74 I went.
When I arrived, I was somewhat surprised to find that one must walk through a strange little store to get to the dining room. I say "strange" because I couldn't detect any kind of Cracker Barrel theme: it was a fairly random assortment of clothes, candles, food, and toys. Do they really sell enough of this stuff to diners to make the venture worthwhile? Or perhaps some people, upon needing a new blouse or lavendar-scented candle, just stop by CB during their errands.
Anyways, I digress. Once we were seated, service was attentive and very friendly. It was the middle of the weak, so I behaved myself and got the grilled catfish platter with three veggie sides. The veggies were all really good, actually, but the catfish itself was slightly oily and muddy-tasting, as inexpertly handled catfish tends to be. I am sure that their specialties, however, are the mouth-watering meatloaves and casseroles that I saw others eating. If I return, I will have to resign myself to the calories and try those.
Oh yeah, the server brings you your receipt, and then you take it into the store to pay. The cashier will try to convince you to buy whatever knick knack they're pushing this month. Be strong!
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