"Aah, Cracker Barrel ... my love for you is complex and uncomfortable and tainted with shame. But Waffle House doesn't try to sell me Conway Twitty CDs or resin figurines of cats dressed up as pilgrims. If loving Waffle House makes me tacky and white trashy, then give me a mullet and a flock of plastic flamingos outside my trailer, cuz I love that place."
P.S. I feel the same way about Popeyes (particularly ones located in southern airports).
The image above is from here.