Nearly 30 years ago I went to cracker barrel with my parents and grandparents, for the only time. I remember that I didn’t like the food and I ended up walking through the “country store” afterwards, which I only remember because of the big rocking chair. I hope it goes so woke that it is broke so other 5 year olds don’t have to suffer through the same experience.
Southern food served in a resturaunt with a folksy old-timey decor.
So, “chicken fried” everything with mashed potatoes and green beens from a can.