A Barrel of Crackers

I began yesterday with a Father's Day celebration at Cracker Barrel. Unfortunately, my food was not cooked and I ate it. To make a long story short, my stomach quickly turned and it made for a day of gurgles, groans and toilet bowl moans. (Note to self: A Bryan letter is deserved. Perhaps a free meal will come from it).

While eating, my father mentioned that it's hard to get a diner feel at a Cracker Barrel and he's right. One of our other abodes is Thee Diner, and they have photographs hung around the establishment of all their customers. That provides a community feel, indeed. I imagine that even with a world of Walmarts, strip malls and fast food chains, the ol' fashioned diner can't be replaced. Cracker Barrel tries with the quirky country store attempt, but in the end there is nothing like a dive for the locals to begin their day. Coffee. Bacon. Eggs. Toast. It makes a difference when the clientele are regulars and, like Cheers, everybody knows your name.