I love the Arkansas Razorbacks. I love Cracker Barrel. Two of the great loves in my life have joined forces in a revolution of fandom the likes of which have never been seen. I don’t know how many times I’ve worked my way through a third bowl of free biscuits and jelly at my local Cracker Barrel, only to find myself wishing my shirt was bigger.
PROBLEM SOLVED, MY FRIENDS. Did you overdo it on the dumplings and friend chicken? Do you need a bigger shirt, or at least one that’s not covered in syrup? (Because they serve breakfast all day at Cracker Barrel because they’re the best.