Cracker Barrel (one more time)

Of course, on our way back from Pittsburgh, we had to stop by our all-time favorite road trip restauraunt – Cracker Barrel.  I opted for an Orange’n’Cream this time, instead of my usual root beer, seeking the usual frosted mug but this time, with a drink that replicates the taste of a melting orange creamsicle.  Mmmmm, delicious. 

We both decided to get the Sunday special of fried chicken, and found it pretty darn tasty.  However, sadly/strangely, this was the furthest south Cracker Barrel we’d ever been to and it was the worst service I’ve ever gotten from a Cracker Barrel.  The waitress wouldn’t look at me, and took forever (like 10 minutes) to bring the chicken gravy I requested – and brought a singular napkin when BF asked for extra napkins.  Very odd – I seriously expect much more from Cracker Barrel.  I have no idea why we were treated so poorly that even BF commented on it and wondered at the odd service.  We finished eating and beat a hasty retreat… no point in sticking around where the waitress was rude to us.  Maybe she was having a bad day.

The chicken was good, though my hash brown casserole was sticky/gummy and not very good.  This was definitely the worst Cracker Barrel I’ve been to thusfar.  Ah well, it won’t stop me from going to other locations.