We had plans to hang with the "guys" when we stopped in Franklin, TN, on our way to FL but after 10 hrs on the road, the last thing either of us wanted to do was get back in the car and drive for chow so . . . we walked out the back door of the LaQuinta Inn to the Crackle Barrel.
We had a bit of a challenge finding our way to the above joint last night as our GPS, "Jennifer" wasn't cooperating. Plus it was in Ft.Walton Beach about 10 miles away and a rather busy place here in the panhandle.
Petey is like a dog with a bone, though. He is nothing if not persistent and after crossing the same bridge twice and pulling an illegal U-turn, we got verbal directions from a gas station dude and finally arrived.