There’s something so comforting about American food. Â Everything is deep fried, visit web smothered in sausage gravy, served with a side of grits or given the option to super-size. Â At places like Bob Evans or Cracker Barrel, the cheery waitresses call you “honey”, “love”, “dearie” or “ma’am” (with an authentic drawl) and are sincerely concerned that you enjoy the dining experience.
Maybe because this food is unpretentious and WYSIWYG (if cheese is listed, the dish arrives with a mountain of cheese) or because I have good memories of the lovely folks I’ve eaten lunch with at these places, but I love visiting every time I’m in the US.