When I’m behind the wheel, no road trip is complete without a country-fried steak from Cracker Barrel, preferably served with turnip greens and fried okra. I’ve become a total sucker for their wholesome nostalgic Americana vibe, being marooned on the Upper West Side so much of the year. One of my very favorite George Jones albums was even an exclusive to the famous Cracker Barrel general store.
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