Despite my general feelings about this ticky-tacky restaurant chain with it's faux "down-home" phoney-baloney prohibition-Era Farmer's Almanac's shtick, I might pop in there from to time on a long road trip in the Deep South when the only other off-the-interstate alternatives is Shoney's, Denny's and Waffle House (is there any place at all in the Deep South where you can get a beer and a shot with your steak?) but no more.
No more Cracker Barrel for me. Not after this stupid attempt to placate the Brokeback Mountain crowd by pulling Duck Dynasty merchandise. Not that I'm a huge fan of Duck Dynasty. Not that I don't think Duck Dynasty is out-done only by maybe Hee-Haw and Beverly Hillbillies in their condescending portrayal of Southern folk as backwards but lovable rubes.
Terrific post! And you got me to thinking about how, although it was a convenient meeting place, it really has become totally phoney, fake, insincere, and not as enjoyable as years ago.