How in Gods name does Cracker Barrel stay in business? In a last ditch attempt to satisfy my hunger along I-81 the only port in the storm was this American iconic establishment. After passing through the front door I was immediately besieged by an onslaught of cheap tourist tut - bins filled with fake dog poop, plastic leather moccasins, gaudy refrigerator magnets and t-shirts emblazoned with sayings like The drunker I get, the better you look all over them. This alone should have warned me as to what was on the restaurants menu. Thinking Id play it safe I ordered the campfire steak and potatoes with two sides of vegetables. I hadnt even unrolled my utensils from the napkin when the waitress - well call her Kimberly - came bouncing down the aisle with my dinner. Really, were talking only a matter of 48 seconds here. Already I asked? Kimberly just giggled and scampered off like a cute little rabbit. Half the plate was overcooked, the other half undercooked and the color of the meat was all wrong. Ill be happy to call the manager Kimberly cheerfully said after I pointed out my dilemma. 24 minutes later it was clear that either Kimberly completely forgot what had transpired or the manager was too busy restocking the shelfs with Kangaroo coffee mugs to care. Honestly, how do they do it?
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 00:59:55 +0000
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