If Walmart had a restaurant...

...it would be Cracker Barrel.  Now before you get all up in my grill about how wonderful Cracker Barrel is and how great the food is for the price, blah, blah, blah, let me just say that I am a big fan of Cracker Barrel.  When I need my greasy, bacon cheeseburger fix, Cracker Barrel is the only place to go.  If I'm craving pancakes with a crunch, I head to Cracker Barrel for the crazy-good pecan pancakes.  The food is delicious, plentiful, and reasonably priced.  The trifecta of restaurants, in my opinion.  But if you are also looking for the ultimate in people watching, you can't beat Cracker Barrel for the shear pageantry of humanity on display every single visit.

Depending on when you go, and in my book, nothing beats Sunday morning, the vast array of people is astounding.  You have your after-church crowd, usually the elderly couple who have just come from the early service and are enjoying their eggs and toast before heading home to settle in for their mid-day nap, or the incredibly loud family with six little kids all under the age of 8 who leave their table looking like a tornado hit it.  Then you have the twenty-somethings who partied a little too hard the night before, rolled out of bed and threw on whatever was closest to them on the floor.  They have a wicked case of bed head and would love nothing more than to mainline coffee if they could.  There are the uppity tourists on their way home from a ski weekend up north who decide to stop in for one last breakfast out. They are the ones with the surly teenager listening to her iPod who can't be seen out of the house without a full face of Taylor Momsen makeup and who would rather die than be seen anywhere with her lame-o parents.  Then there are the rest of us, who get up on Sunday morning, decide to go out for breakfast and pick Cracker Barrel for the good coffee and delicious food.  And of course, the people watching.

But the best thing about going out to eat at Cracker Barrel?  No, it's not the food, or the price of the food, or the people.  The best thing about going to Cracker Barrel is that no matter how bad I look when I head out the door for Cracker Barrel, there is always someone else who looks worse than I do.  Guaranteed.