My dearest Cynthia, I write to you today a broken man. Despite our best efforts, the Cracker Barrel fell. We fought for its potpourri-scented gift shop, its tabletop puzzles. Our tears and sweat mixed with the cream gravy atop the chicken fried steaks.
My dearest Cynthia, I write to you today a broken man. Despite our best efforts, the Cracker Barrel fell. We fought for its potpourri-scented gift shop, its tabletop puzzles. Our tears and sweat mixed with the cream gravy atop the chicken fried steaks.
@lonesometoast Read in my best David McCullough it brought a tear to my Kentucky eye.
@lonesometoast @nzorach That's cute and everything, but do they treat Black People like humans yet?
@lonesometoast @KEBrightbill I still haven’t eaten a Cracker Barrel since they treated LGBT people so badly decades ago. Happy that they’re at least giving lip service to Pride but not sure I’ll start eating there.