Rumor has it that one day on a whim, two best friends decided to quit their jobs as a vet and a bar owner, abandon their girlfriend and wife, sell all their earthly belongings, and purchase a Cracker Barrel franchise on the highway outside of Gray Harbor. It's kind of a silly but oddly romantic sort of story, and the people in Gray Harbor eat that stuff up, so they come to wait in long lines and sit on wicker rocking chairs on the wrap-around porch in hopes of eating them some biscuits and gravy.
Anyway, this is a Cracker Barrel, and it's basically what anybody would expect from a Cracker Barrel. Franchisees aren't really supposed to personalize their stores, but whoever owns this place doesn't seem to care. Above the cash register is a picture of two very handsome young men high-fiving each other in front of the construction site. Somewhere in all the kitschy decorations in the restaurant area is a giant picture of dogs playing poker, but all the dogs are the same Corgi. And there's an awful lot of Colorado Rockies memorabilia around.