Chicken And Waffles Cracker Barrel __full__ -

He stared at her. “Honey-chipotle? That sounds like a dance I don’t know.”

Maya reached across the table and put her hand on his. “So maybe today you’re asking for both.” chicken and waffles cracker barrel

Maya leaned forward. “Well?”

When it arrived, it was a sight to behold. Three golden-brown fried chicken tenders, crispy and craggy, laid across a thick, buttermilk waffle with deep square wells. A little metal pitcher of warm honey-chipotle syrup steamed on the side. A ramekin of baked apples sat next to it like a quiet apology. He stared at her

“Bring my granddaughter an order too. And tell the cook this ain’t bad. For something that breaks all the rules.” crispy and craggy

“Yeah, Earl?”