It’s quite possible that I love Cracker Barrel more than any other opinion columnist in America.
I took my first date to Cracker Barrel when I was 16 years old. My family used to eat at Cracker Barrel every New Year’s Day to set our New Year’s resolutions, and when we debated where to eat on Sundays after church, I was the one putting my thumb on the scale for Cracker Barrel’s country-fried steak and mashed potatoes.
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