When you’ve been out of the country long enough, you start to get used to eating “American” style food that doesn’t taste anything like food you’ve eaten in American.
Like lasagna made with Kraft singles…
Or a ‘Mexican’ burrito smothered in an Indian curry sauce…
Or ‘salmon’ purposely smothered in boulineaus sauce to cover up the fact you’re actually eating white fish…
Yes… dining at the American Club is always an adventure… in ‘not quite right’ and ‘a lesson in acceptance’ kind of way. Except for the Kraft Single lasagna, that’s just strange.
However, even though I am learning to accept and enjoy, as the time passes it becomes increasingly more difficult to fight off my ‘normal’ American cravings, like Taco Bell and Five Guys Burger & Fries… and of course El Toro.
But imagine my surprise, after three years abroad; a new restaurant has appeared on my craving radar, completely out of nowhere: Cracker Barrel.
Oh man! My Southern boy roots are starting to jump into over drive! I need me some fried okra, chicken and dumplings, pork chops (OH GOOD GOLLY THE PORK CHOPS!)… oh, and I almost forgot! Cracker Barrel serves breakfast all day! Mmmm… hash brown casserole, grits, biscuit and gravy… OH! And egg’s served MY way: Over easy and runny. (Which is a no-no over here for medical reasons).
Oh, why do I torture myself?
BUT, I’m certainly not the only one over here craving Cracker Barrel. I mentioned it to a buddy of mine over here and he said, “Oh man, if they had a Cracker Barrel over here, I’d probably extend for another year!”
And you know? I don’t think Cracker Barrel could ask for a better compliment!
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