The further away from Tennessee you get, the worse the quality is. Us local folks have a habit of holding them to a higher standard. Back in 1980 when they had the high-backed chairs in the dining room, a waitress caught a coffee pot handle on my chair and dumped about half the pot down my back. I got some pretty impressive blisters. If I'd been a little more mercenary, I could have probably owned a BUNCH of Cracker Barrel stock! At least we got a free meal out of the experience!
