Cracker Barrel

I never am so aware of living in the middle of middle America as say when I go to Cracker Barrel. Now, I live in this little burb by choice, and today we ventured, by choice, into the big bad Cracker Barrel that opened last week. It was more like we did this because of the "opposite effect". The opposite effect is something I think all divorced people and pseudos know about.

Basically, you hear stories about how the other folks do it in the other house and you sometimes do just the opposite. Like, "I can't go outside because I have asthma and moving around in nature is bad for it." So, the opposite effect is "Kids, get your coats, we're going camping". Now, Cracker Barrel is the other fam's favorite. They go there often. Always when they are on the road and even in town, so we thought fo sho the kids would be dying to go to the new one that just opened in Owasso. We passed it, asked, do you want to go and the answer was a resounding "NO. Papaw said maybe in a few weeks, when the waitstaff isn't so new and the wait won't be so long." They are really impressionable these boys. But, not by us. So, opposite effect went into effect and Cracker Barrel is where we went for breakfast today. The wait was 20 minutes.

I don't know how others feel about Cracker Barrel. But, how insanely brilliant. Cook downhome food, that everybody loves, limit the number of tables so there is often a wait, and then attach a store to the restaurant so your captive audience buys things while waiting to buy their food. It works. Many people brought Cracker Barrel bags to their tables. The boys picked out stuff they wanted. Uhhh No. I mean, it's awesome. Sometimes you just feel like pancakes, so you go to the local cafe. Or......you go to a place that looks like a small time local cafe but is really a brilliant corporation that disguises itself as a local small town cafe. And, while you're there you buy the necessary ceramic platter with a big turkey in the middle or some such thing. What a great idea. So, we went and our waitress was a trainer so she had tons of experience and the syrup came in the cute little bottles. And, then we left.