I really enjoy going out for breakfast. I like the food–the meal is usually inexpensive, and it gives me some time vertical to get my head integrated in the morning. I had heard lots of things about “Cracker Barrel”. Now, I have a fairly strict no-chain-restaurant rule, and that has served me very, very well. When in doubt, look for a locally-owned Greek diner or Chinese restaurant, and stay far, far away from national chains, unless you need the loo.
But I’d heard about it, and I was passing and hungry. Let me tell you, if you ever get the urge to go to breakfast in Cleveland, go to the Diner on E55th St. Or Big Al’s. Or Shay’s. Or the Clifton Diner. But really, forget about the Cracker Barrel. One has to pass through a store that sells stuff that is just a terrible waste of precious natural resources, and the food is also a waste of precious natural resources. What Michael Pollan calls “Edible food-like substances” instead of, actual food.
And both the Diner on 55th and Big Al’s have cats. Save ’em a burger.