Cracker Barrel tales
Your restaurant critic was a little naive when she said she'd have time to look into the restaurant scene in the Southwest terminal before her flight to Nashville on the way to Sewanee, Tenn.
I haven't checked a bag in a decade, and I had no idea...
...it would take 45 minutes to get to the counter.
When we got to the Nashville airport, we found that the restaurant there closes at 5:30 p.m. on Saturday night.
Dinner was pinto beans, turnip greens, and cornbread at a Cracker Barrel off the highway as we headed to Sewanee in our rental car. There's a Cracker Barrel at every exit on route 24.
The beans were cooked to mush, but the greens with ham and onions were great. The cornbread was the way I like it, made with white cornmeal and no sugar. There was a fine chow chow on the side.
No wine list. In fact, my husband and I were once kicked out of a Cracker Barrel for attempting to bring in our own bottle of wine from the motel bar after a long day's drive.
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Since I always buy my tickets online, I've started checking my bags at the curb. Sure, you have to tip the checker there, but it's a lot faster than waiting in line inside!
I usually have to get some kind of okra when I'm in Cracker Barrel (blessedly, not often).
Posted by: Kathy | July 2, 2007 12:16 PM