The audacity of looking down your nose at Cracker Barrel.
I don’t care who you are, what you are doing, or where you are going.
Wherever you are: CrackerBarrel is just good food.
But that can be just a random Tuesday night.
Lucky they were not with me.
I would have taken them to Waffle House too.
I drive out of my way, for Waffle House.
“When you go from working-class to professional-class, almost everything about your old life becomes unfashionable at best or unhealthy at worst. At no time was this more obvious than the first (and last) time I took a Yale friend to Cracker Barrel. In my youth, it was the height of fine dining—my grandma’s and my favorite restaurant. With Yale friends, it was a greasy public health crisis.”