I don’t often eat at Crackerbarrel, mostly because I don’t know what it is. However, if the name is any indication, i assume it’s some sort of gathering place for white people.
Personally, I was surprised to hear that Chris Rock’s mother is suing the people at Crackerbarrel for discrimination. What WERE YOU EXPECTNG!!??! It’s called CRACKER barrel. If you ain’t a cracker you have no business being there.
The other day, my friends and I were having dinner at the Bean Factory. That’s a Mexicans-only place where my friends and I like to hang out and look out the window and count the honkies. Here in Los Angeles we have a few of them, but not many. Anyway, when the burritos and tequila ( a Mexican drink) arrived, we started talking about this. The consensus was – Mrs. Rock – Quit hanging out at the WhiteyBarrel or Crackerjar or whatever it’s called.
Sometimes we feel sorry for whitey. It’s getting to the point where they have no place to go – so they resort to golf clubs with full amenities and expensive gated communities. But what about those whiteys who aren’t so well-to-do? Sure, they have their trailer parks but where should they eat?
That’s right. Crackerbarrel.
So I say Let’s let Whitey Have a Place to Hangout, drink a beer, and boss around the Mexican help.
Let’s hear your opinions in the Comments Section.
Been there, ate that. You will notice they are concentrated in the south, and sell stuff that would appeal to us white folk, like rocking chairs, horehound candy and CD’s full of Banjo Music. It’s like a redneck Starbucks, except the coffee is cheaper. I try to arrange my travels to pass a Cracker Barrel at mealtimes. Beats the hell out of Denny’s, who fells the need to do some PC outreach campaign everytime they get sued for discrimination.
I live just a day trip away from Honkyland, USA. That’s Branson, Missouri for those that don’t know. Sure Charlie Pride and that Japanese fiddler are there, but you have to keep a few token minorities around to keep all the lawyers at bay. Nashville’s one thing but Branson’s so damn white it makes me blush. Actually, I think minorities would get treated quite well and not get any trouble at all. White people just don’t feel threatened when they outnumber you by ten thousand to one. My family originally comes from Iowa. Iowa prides itself on it’s lack of bigotry and very long history of fair treatment of minorities, all three of them.
…and here I thought Hooters was the all time white trash destination…
Everyone has their good steriotype restraunts, but when is someone going to open a “Geranimo’s” or “Crazy Horse’s?” I’ll take heap big buffalo steak withum side of fry bread.
Denny’s is STILL getting sued for discrimination? Heck, I remember back in the ’70’s when they were called “Sambo’s”!!!
Omigosh! I remember Sambos. Are you telling me that Denny’s and Sambos are the same thing? I always wondered what happened to them.
O.K. Let me get this straight. Does this mean that if my order is screwed up or takes forever at my urban situated fast food joint, it’s not because the people who work there are morons, it’s because I’m white and they’re minorities, because everything is boiled down to race.
Or,
If I go to a fancy restaurant and get lousy service it’s because I look like white trash and shouldn’t be eating in their fine dining establishment, not because their wait staff is super busy, over booked, understaffed or just painfully slow?
If I were a waitress I wouldn’t wait on The Reverend Al either. There’s just too any opportunities for disaster there.
Ducky,
Best as I can remember, yeah, Sambo’s got changed to Denney’s after being preassured about their original name. I even remember reading the centerpiece on the table about the (Far Eastern)Indian folktale of Sambo (a kid who was chased around a tree by a tiger; the kid shuffled up the tree and the tiger ran so fast he turned into a ring of butter).
Sambo’s
Before he was Sambo, he was Little Black Sambo. If I recall correctly the tiger still turned to butter.
The rocking chairs on the porch at Crackerbarrel are ‘right nice’
The Story of Little black Sambo
Show’s you how strangely twisted racism gets. The original story isn’t racist, though the original illustrations an unfortunate characature.
also Sambo (Ethnic Slur)
My mother (a woman of caucasian and southern heritage…. does that make her “mixed”?) loves the Crackerbarrel to the exclusion of all other eateries. She is also a NASCAR fan. She does not refrigerate butter. She owns a Buick. She has been known to shoot a squirrel off of a bird feeder at 50 paces.
I have fiddy dollah says she can whip Chris Rock’s momma.
I do not refrigerate butter either. Especially tiger butter. Now Siberian tiger butter has to be kept cool, but the stuff from India is best in a hot and humid place, especially if it is filled with smoke from patchouli and nag champa. Little Black Sambo was an Indian. Indians are caucasians, albeit dark ones. So, technically, he was a honky.
If Sambo were caucasian, wouldn’t he be called Sam Bo?
When I can’t eat Mexican food spicy enough to make my bald spot sweat, I’ll take a chicken fried steak or fried catfish with a big iced tea from Cracker Barrel any day. I like their biscuits, too. And the low-tech toys in the store, which kind of remind me of my low-tech childhood. Spicy Thai food comes in third — and they only sell crappy plastic stuff in the store, not the quality wooden items.
We have Cracker Barrell here in the Fort Collins area. Many eat there to engage in some kind of anthropological study, to snicker at the homesick southerners jonesing for a hot bowl of grits, not realizing that there are no “real customers,” merely other super clever blue state transplants doing the same thing.
Two posts in one day! Ducky are you feeling alright?
We don’t have Cracker Barrel in eastern New Mexico, we don’t even have a Denny’s. We do have Leal’s though and Leal’s Mexican food rocks.
Hey guys. Back off.
Look, we know Chris Rock. I can’t imagine his mom being annoying or confrontational in any way. I am sure if someone treated her rudely or refused her service, it had to be because she was black.
I mean come on. Getting bad service or being asked to leave only happens because you are black.
Otherwise, why would Al Sharpton be there. Any other reason would be like… Oh what’s the word… Opportunism.
Furthermore my wife and I are offended by the name “Cracker Barrel.” We prefer the more politically correct “Caucasian Container.”
The management offered the twit and her git a free meal. If I had bad service to the point where that was offered I’d consider it a fair trade. Wait, I’m not a celebrity’s mother and hollering “RACISM” ain’t gonna work for a fat white boy like me. Guess that’s why I’d settle for second best.
Al would never eat at Cracker Barrel. It is not a five star chain.
PaleoMedic-
Your comment brings a flood of memories. I spent a few years in Ft Collins as an indentured servant (maybe I was in Grad school at CSU, in chemistry it is about the same thing) and I know the people you are talking about.
As a grad student, I dreamed of having enough money to afford to eat out even at a Cracker Barrel. With you note, I now realize that as a native Hoosier, (Indiana state motto: Whatta you mean we ain’t southerners) I may have gotten some of the Californicators to pay for my meal so they could have an authentic hick to make fun of.
Le sigh, 10 years too late.
I can’t think of a white only place…reminds me of a joke though…”eating at Denny’s and complaining about the food is like ordering a hooker and complaining that you don’t feel loved”…
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COME ON, Ducky!!!!!!!!!! CrackerBarrel…. as in old time country cooking, a big barrel jar full of crackers – that’s what CrackerBarrel means. A big jar full of crackers, you know those little things you eat? At country general stores, way back when they were called general stores, in the unpopulated, yet quickly getting there, pioneering west they had stores and their candy and (gasp!) crackers were in big barrels if you wanted to buy some take the little scoop fill ‘er up and pay for that many…..or somethin’ like that….a crackerbarrel is a barrel full of crunchy crackers at an old time general store…hey! just like CrackerBarrel! Although nowadays they have more sanitary ways to sell their crackers.
Since she has long since passed away, I can tell something about my mother.
For some reason, she was always getting CrackerBarrel and Crate and Barrel mixed up. I swear! Once, she said she was taking us to lunch at CrackerBarrel and we all ended up getting new sets of stemware, but no one got any food.
ummm, I love Cracker Barrel, they have pinto beans slow boiled with hamhock…
Actually, Denny’s bought the Sambo chain in the early seventies and incorporated it.
Learntodrawaline is right.
Those old country stores would sell you a scoop of crackers and a hunk of cheese to make a meal on out under the shade tree before there were “fast food” places.
Whut you talkin’ bout Willis? Ah’m sure that Ms. Rock wuz unduly siggled out fer her efniticty. As a dumbass, poor white trash cracka Ah would like to sinsyruply offa an apolgie on behalf of my race. My race is the one at Darlington, get er done!
I find myself offended by Ducky’s comment: “Let’s let Whitey Have a Place to Hangout, drink a beer, and boss around the Mexican help.”
I, for one, NEVER eat in a restaurant where I have to be subjected to Mexican help!
Meant to add this bit of information last night when this post was fresh. In Lincoln City, Oregon, just this last summer, we ate breakfast at a Sambo’s, restaraunt. It even had stuffed tigers and jungle-y stuff all around. But they had little disclaimers on the menus and whatnot insisting they weren’t “That Other Sambo’s.”
They you should come to Taco Bell, Son of Bob. The only people who work there are Indian.
shimauma
The beans and greens special is the best. Almost as good as my Grandmother’s.
“So I say Let’s let Whitey Have a Place to Hangout, drink a beer, and boss around the Mexican help.” -RightWingDuck
I live in Houston so I can do that anytime anywhere. You would think it would help offset my boiling hatred of the Mexican govt and the criminals it sends to our country; but it doesn’t.
i remember passing through a southern town seeing a dinner called Killdeer Kozey Kitchen I didnt stop
We have a few Cracker Barrels here in the Phoenix area. The food is damned good. I’ve gone there with my best friend and his Mexican wife. Never bad service. But then, we’v never been looking to grandstand and call attention to ourselves. Nor are we raice baiters.
By the way, Cracker Barrels Fried Apples Rock!
Actually, I think there IS a restaurant called Crazy Horse.
There’s a place in Paris called “The Crazy Horse Saloon”
It’s not exactly family oriented.
Once when I didn’t have any money but I had been on the road for several weeks between construction jobs, I got the manager’s special at a Cracker Barrel in Lousiana. He met me at the back door and sold me some gravy and biscuits for a live chicken, a serape, and a genuine Mexican silver ring.
//He met me at the back door and sold me some gravy and biscuits for a live chicken, a serape, and a genuine Mexican silver ring.//
Then I’d say you got a good trade, Pinto.
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