Captain Tui The G.
Incompetence abounds
I like Cracker Barrel a lot. I have been going, with few exceptions (such as while stationed overseas), at least once a month for over 30 years. The service at the Lowrance Rd location is by far the WORST I have ever had at a restaurant. I have patroned them over a dozen times. Numerous times I have ordered food To Go only to receive an incorrect order (whether through lacking items or receiving incorrect items). The other day, I placed an online order at 9:30 a.m. for a 10 am pickup. I arrived, on time, to pick up my food and am told, "It's not ready. It will be out in just a minute." I receive a paper copy of my receipt at this time. 5 minutes pass and no food. I inquire, politely, again. Same response. 10:15 rolls around and I am getting impatient. They were given a 30 min lead, why isn't my food ready? They aren't even at half capacity! I inquire again, politely, and receive the same response. 10:20 am comes and I, politely, speak to the manager at the Host/Hostess Podium, who effectively gives me the same rote response. 10:30 - same response. 10:40- same response. FYI, I am not the only person waiting in the lobby on my To Go Order. 10:45 comes and when I get the same response, I walk to the back and follow three waiters to their table where I ask the patrons seated if any of them arrived after 10 am. Everyone at all three tables say, "Yes". Side note: At this point I have not raised my voice once during this occasion. Finally, I walk to the Host/ Hostess podium and tell the manager, in a scathing tone, I need my food or I need my money now. The manager says, "Everything is going to be seen to, but we are going to do it right." That seems nonsensical, and I have no clue what he is trying to say. He's the manager, so he can refund me, right? He repeats the nonsense and then attempts to go around me to seat/ take the name of some new arrivals. I step back into his path and say, "I do not need useless platitudes, and I will not be sidetracked. I need my food or my money, now." His response, "We don't need any yelling in here." Before this point I have not raised my voice. At this point I raise my voice. I make a fuss. I am just short of beginning to curse when he mentions police. That's when the F-Bombs start coming out. Not my proudest moment. That said, I hate it when inconsiderate people waste my time. Someone comes out from the kitchen with a cart loaded with To Go packages. I stop her and read the labels, cursing the whole time, until I find the one with my name on it. I snatch it up and turn to leave when the manager tries to tell me I can't take that. I laugh, and curse some more about his complete incompetence. I haven't "raised my voice" in a restaurant in decades, and I have certainly never cursed like that before. I am definitely done with the Cracker Barrel on Lowrance. DO NOT EAT THERE!

