On our way back from Tucson a week ago (has it only been a week?), the four of us wanted to stop for dinner in Casa Grande. The initial decision was to go to Olive Garden, but upon arrival it was obvious we weren't going to be seated any time soon. That led to a discussion of where else to dine, and one, well actually two of our party suggested Cracker Barrel.
I have never set foot in one of their establishments, having long since decided to boycott the chain for its past misdeeds to the GBLT community. I didn't want to go that night either, but I was outvoted.
The fact that the place was nearly deserted at 6:30 pm on a Saturday should've set off red flags, but for some reason it didn't.
After getting past the gut-wrenching kitsch, we were seated and after being handed menus, I can honestly say there wasn't a single item listed that I wanted to consume. I finally settled on a cheeseburger, assuming that would be a safe choice. Ben went with biscuits and gravy, and one of our friends went with chicken fried steak. When our food finally arrived—easily 30 minutes later—our friend took one bite of his chicken fried steak and asked his roommate to have a taste. "It's like it was fried in stale oil." Roommate agreed, and it was sent back to the kitchen and exchanged for something different.
Ben described his biscuits and gravy as "flavorless." My cheeseburger was wholly unremarkable. The bun—much like our friends steak—was stale and the French fries were mushy, like they'd been sitting under a heat lamp for hours.
Lesson learned. Don't compromise your morals, because in the end it will get you nothing.
You failed to mention how everything they serve has an obscenely high fat content. Did you take the time to count MAGA hats? it's very popular with that crowd.
That's why I went with the cheeseburger! It wasn't dripping in lard-gravy like everything else seemed to be. I didn't see any MAGA hats. It was mostly a pensioner crowd, out well past their bed-times!