Cracker Barrel

On the way home from Northern Virginia Bud and I stopped at a Cracker Barrel which, I for one, love. I don’t care what people say – it’s a chain restaurant, nostalgia that is a regurgitation of a past that never was – blah blah blah, whatever. I had mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, chicken tenderloins and iced tea. It.was.delicious. It was so good that I wished I could throw it all up and start over again but then people start calling you thinks like “bulimic” and telling you, you need therapy and I really could go my whole life without having to deal with those self-righteous people who think they invented all that is good and healthy. The very same people who hate places like Cracker Barrel.