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| - Had never had the pleasure of dining at one, so I took the plunge around sunrise, two hours into a road trip. Heard it was better than Denny's. Also heard that you can buy furniture and novelty items there. All of this is true, along with its stubbornly unique décor.
Scarfed down Momma's French Toast Breakfast. Thought to myself, is this the best French toast I've ever had? Nope. Far from the best I've had, but certainly not the worst. It was just kinda humdrum, the same way I felt about the melancholic bacon strips and the plain looking scrambled eggs. Nothing was really wrong with them. They were fine I guess.
On a whim, jumping onto the wild side, I ordered a chocolate milk to go with my first meal of the day instead of coffee. Was presented a paltry TruMoo carton, low-fat, maybe even fat-free, gave it that weird aftertaste. Yuck. Who enjoys drinking that stuff? Drank it anyway, hoping that it would taste better further in. It did not.
The blueberry pancakes looked super blueberry-ey. Declined the tasting offer, not because I'm against blueberries, quite the contrary, but simply due to the fact I wasn't feeling those blueberry pancakes right then and there. Was told they were OK.
Service and such was satisfactory. Our server was as friendly as one would expect from a Cracker Barrel at the break of dawn after a long Friday night. Our food came quickly, the bill wasn't screwed up and the restroom was relatively clean.
I'd say my rating is closer to 2 1/2 stars than 3.
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