I went to Grit City last night. Oh, man. It's been a very long time. The town has gotten more prosperous and redneck than ever. It is a town of ten thousand bars and lots of shitty food. Downtown was chockfull of partygoers and revelers. I'd forgotten what the rowdy were like. Did I mention bad music? At the end of the night, rather, of my night, wandering back to my car alone, I heard the "thump-thump" of a live band. It was a biker bar with motorcycles lining the fronting street. I walked over to have a look. It was fun to be out for a minute on my own.
I ordered chips and salsa and a cheese board with almonds and olives to stave off hunger, but the chips were stale and the almonds rancid. The plate came with four olives on a toothpick, some chunks of cheddar cheese, and a couple Ritz crackers. I can't imagine anyone going there twice. But I can't imagine that people go back to a Cracker Barrel, either. Come to think of it, though, maybe this place was designed for that crowd (which is surely HUGE in Grit City).