Thursday, February 4, 2010

My New Religion


Oh. My. God. You guys, I love Cracker Barrel. It's my favorite place to go in Georgia (other than my mama's house!) for food when I'm home visiting Augusta. The "vegetable plate," a delicious choice that makes you feel good for ordering it but in reality is not even remotely healthy, is my favorite. On my typical "vegetable plate" I get macaroni and cheese, hash brown casserole, green beans--one of the only actual vegetables on the list, but cooked with like, lard and bacon, and maybe fried okra or fried apples. Yes, the remainder of vegetable options are fried. This is PRECISELY why I love the Cracker Barrel. That and the biscuits and sweet tea.

But dude, this guy took it to another level. I have never even considered getting a Cracker Barrel tattoo. Does this mean I'm not a real fan? I DID write to corporate and ask them to open a branch in Southern California, I DID inquire as to why they've never come further west than Arizona, but I DID NOT tattoo mashed potatoes, collard greens, and...is that ham or baked beans, I'm not sure...on my belly. Or wait, it is meatloaf?

The best part is the rocking chair in like a halo of light at the top. Its like the equivalent of Jesus or something. How wrong is it that I'm now jonesin' for some fried okra and biscuits?

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