Ken Bell: “I’ll never step foot in a Cracker Barrel again…unless I have to go to the bathroom.”
To say this was the best breakfast we’ve ever had is an understatement. Kevin’s friend from the Univ. of Tennessee Newspaper Institute days, Rhonda Joe, happed to live 26 miles from Gallup, NM, where we were spending the evening. Rhonda Joe, or “RJ,” as Ken calls her, is an award-winning journalist for Navajo Times. (Did you know the Navajo Nation is larger than most states?)
Kevin: “Kevin, how would you describe the food?”
Kevin: “How about the chili sauce?”
Kevin: “How about the huevos rancheros?”
Kevin: “How about our meal at Cracker Barrel the day before?”
Ken: “Cracker Barrel is for suckers.”
The food was, for lack of a better word, great. No, it was greater than great. The greeks have a word, μεγαλύτερος από, which might best describe breakfast at Jerry’s.
We just learned that El Charro, in Tucson, is considered by many to be the best Mexican restaurant in America. We’re off!