Saturday we ventured out in search of some cliche Southern style kind of food/places. Our first stop was at a restaurant chain called "The Cracker Barrel". Let me tell you, there were a lot of "crackers" there. I wonder if that's why it's called that? I'm sure they're not all the same, but this one was filled with some back-woods folks. The people watching was better than my hot fudge sundae.
As you can see, Kiara was loving spending time with Uncle Carlos!
We actually started with dessert to just turn things around. We went to the Cracker Barrel more for culture than for the food. Most of it looked like a fried mess anyways. The funniest thing I thought, was a sign when you were walking out that said, "Imagine walking out these doors with a paycheck". HA!
Then we drove through miles and miles of southern mansions and winding roads until we got to Roswell, a really cool little vibey town. We had made reservations at a BBQ place called "Swallow at the Hollow". It is a cool place that's one big room with knotty pine walls and a tin roof. It was pretty good, maybe southern BBQ has more sauce than I'm used to, but seriously, I'd go back for the potato salad and mac n cheese. Holla. Slap your mamma. Booyah! loved it. I was so full I almost keeled over and I didn't even eat a half slab of ribs!