Apparently, Missourians love their beef. We loved driving through their lightning storms. Other things we love include random strangers giving us directions to gas when the advertised gas station off the freeway is abandoned. Things we do not love include sleeveless hillbillies ogling our goodies.
But at the top of the list of things we love today is the venerable institution we lovingly call Cracker Barrel.
Cracker Barrel is like eating with Paula Dean without her nasally southern accent. Not only is this devilishly delicious southern food completely authentic, it is also extremely reasonably priced which is a road-tripper's best friend. To put the icing on the Cracker Barrel cake, the restaurant is connected to Nicci's dream store filled with hand-made quilts, Grandma's china, and over-sized hand-made rocking chairs. I was not sure if I could convince Nicci to leave with me.
After heading out with bellies full, we watched as clouds rolled in over northbound I-44. The wind was warm and whipping across the land. As lightning filled the sky, we knew we were in for a show. It poured for a good 30 minutes, just enough to clean the car...and make driving just a tad bit scary for Nicci.
Now with clear skies ahead, we are entering St. Louis ready for that dang arch. We are very excited for what's to come, hope you are too!
I may have to scratch dem hillbillies eyes out!
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