Is the Cracker Barrel (or the Crackle Barrel as my cousin Kim calls it.) Just look at my sweet family enjoying the down home goodness.
We were on our way home from Indiana and after passing 68 Cracker Barrels over the course of 7 days, and being completely tortured each time we didn't stop for fried catfish, or blueberry pancakes, we finally stopped for dinner on our last night away. I got catfish and my boys got blueberry pancakes. Mmmm, butter.