I remember well as a child asking my father what grits tasted like. My mother never made them so my father only ate grits when we went out for breakfast. He looked at me and said, "Well if you add salt, they taste like salt. If you add pepper, then they taste like pepper. If you add butter or eggs, then they taste like butter or eggs." I looked back at him and asked, "So what makes them any different from my napkin." At that point my mother spit out her coffee because she was laughing too hard.

I've never gotten a taste for grits but Nopadon loves them.

As for the Cracker Barrel, I refused to eat there for the longest time because they had a formal corporate policy in place of not hiring members of certain sexual orientations or of serving those they felt were probably members of that orientation. That policy has since been abandoned and I have tried their cooking. They make a mean plate of biscuits smothered in sausage gravy. Damn, now I'm hungry.