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Cracker Barrel in Russellville, Arkansas is where friendly smiles meet homestyle cooking and unique shopping—all at a fair price. Whether you’re craving Breakfast All-Day with fluffy Buttermilk Pancakes or Southern classics like juicy Fried Chicken and slow-simmered Chicken n’ Dumplins, there’s something for everyone. Order online for easy pickup or delivery, or swing by your local Cracker Barrel to experience true country hospitality.
Homey chain restaurant serving American comfort food, with an on-site general store.
Address and Contact Information
Address: 211 E Harrell Dr, Russellville, AR 72802
Phone: (479) 968-5983
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Reviews
Fraulein Marie
Sweet service, delicious food. Son got breakfast for dinner (country boy) and I got the smoked chicken. Reasonable prices and surprisingly yummy! We really enjoyed this place during our long trip. Cute boutique store, we got a bunch of goodies like slime candy, raspberry chocolate bar, banana peelers and found a beautiful Christmas ornament. Thankful for this location.
… moreEd Roberts
I had a Coca-Cola cake added to my take out order. This is what it looked like. And no, I was not rough with the sack of food, everything else looked great. It looks like I got something scraped out of the cake pan.
… moreVEF
You can always count on Cracker Barrel to deliver the same consistent menu with favorites like pancakes and the turnip greens, pot roast and chicken and dumplings. Now what really sets this location apart is the amazing customer service, the customers themselves and the really nice gift shop. Overall, you will have a great experience here.
… moreJan Holmes
Yesterday, my granddaughters and I arrived for lunch at around 12:30. We were seated immediately because they we not busy. We waited a few minutes and our server appeared and ask what we wanted to drink, not identify herself, saying “hello” or anything. We waited at least 25 minutes for our food. The veggies were room temperature, mashed potatoes were room temperature, Mac and cheese was burned black on top. The restaurant had numerous dirty tables just sitting. When we decided to take our food and leave, I informed the server I would put her tip on the credit card, her reply “ok, I will get it”. Seriously Cracker Barrel you have to do better. Done with the one here.
… moreDr. Angelique Barbara
We always enjoy visiting their store and our server was great. We just wish that they had some more vegetarian and healthy options on the menu. When traveling it’s often hard to find places where we can eat like we normally do. Overall it was a good experience though.
… moreFire Fox (PhoenixFoxTheOne)
Amazing people, food, music, and vibes! It felt cozy with lots of interesting things to look at and we were addressed as soon as we walked in then seated. Our server was amazing checking in without hovering at all even when there was only a few table. The amount of food you get for your money is well worth it and taste great!
… moreKel Coupons
Clean and safe Cracker Barrel located near the highway. We came through in an RV and were happy to have plenty of RV parking available. Had a nice warm dinner/breakfast and enjoyed some time walking around the store. The food was good and fresh and the service was friendly.
… moreDebra Boyd
It was very busy due to it being Mother’s Day. We went for breakfast and got my favorite Old Timers Breakfast and added grits. When we got our food she forgot my biscuits and gravy and it was a little bit before I got it. I asked for butter for the grits but never got it so my husband gave me some from his pancakes. My scrambled eggs were not cooked all the way and seemed slimy. A young man walking around serving coffee was able to get me new eggs and another lady got me more biscuits and gravy. One of the biscuits was very hard. After all that things were OK. Everyone who helped us was extremely nice, but once all our food was served our server never stopped back by to ask if everything was good. I had to ask another lady to get our check. Was not a great dining experience but everyone who helped us other than our server went above and beyond.
… moreVicki Hurley
Good and service were great! We went for the Friday fish special. One little complaint was that my food was not very warm. We went at 5:30 and it was not busy yet but did get that way soon after.
… morebuyushay
Cracker Barrel: A Gonzo Breakfast Baptism in Americana
By the time the pancakes hit the table, the air was already thick with the scent of syrup and fried hope. Cracker Barrel. A roadside cathedral to a vanishing America, buried somewhere between Interstate existentialism and a Norman Rockwell fever dream. I staggered in half-mad with hunger and nostalgia, looking for breakfast and maybe salvation. I found both.
The waitress floated over in a gingham halo, pouring coffee like it was holy water, and I ordered pancakes like a man possessed. They arrived hot, golden, and unapologetically fat—stacked like a carb-loaded tribute to the gods of comfort. I baptized them in butter and syrup, then commenced the ceremony. Each bite was a defiant slap in the face of kale-eating New Age ascetics. This was food that didn’t care about your cholesterol or your therapist. It just was.
After the last buttery forkful, I stumbled into the country store, disoriented but spiritually awake. The place is a warped museum of Americana—nostalgia weaponized. Moon pies, old metal signs, weirdly aggressive candy sticks that could’ve been props from a 1950s noir film. You don’t browse here. You time travel.
It’s like wandering through your grandmother’s attic if your grandmother was a Depression-era moonshiner with a fondness for peanut brittle and rocking chairs. They’re selling a dream here, wrapped in gingham and dipped in sentimentality—and damned if I didn’t buy a handful of it.
Final analysis:
Cracker Barrel isn’t just a restaurant. It’s a greasy-fingered hallucination of simpler times, served with a side of hashbrown casserole and wrapped in porch-front capitalism. And if you’re lucky, you’ll walk out full, dazed, and holding a tin of licorice you don’t remember buying.
God bless pancakes. God bless America.
… moreBy the time the pancakes hit the table, the air was already thick with the scent of syrup and fried hope. Cracker Barrel. A roadside cathedral to a vanishing America, buried somewhere between Interstate existentialism and a Norman Rockwell fever dream. I staggered in half-mad with hunger and nostalgia, looking for breakfast and maybe salvation. I found both.
The waitress floated over in a gingham halo, pouring coffee like it was holy water, and I ordered pancakes like a man possessed. They arrived hot, golden, and unapologetically fat—stacked like a carb-loaded tribute to the gods of comfort. I baptized them in butter and syrup, then commenced the ceremony. Each bite was a defiant slap in the face of kale-eating New Age ascetics. This was food that didn’t care about your cholesterol or your therapist. It just was.
After the last buttery forkful, I stumbled into the country store, disoriented but spiritually awake. The place is a warped museum of Americana—nostalgia weaponized. Moon pies, old metal signs, weirdly aggressive candy sticks that could’ve been props from a 1950s noir film. You don’t browse here. You time travel.
It’s like wandering through your grandmother’s attic if your grandmother was a Depression-era moonshiner with a fondness for peanut brittle and rocking chairs. They’re selling a dream here, wrapped in gingham and dipped in sentimentality—and damned if I didn’t buy a handful of it.
Final analysis:
Cracker Barrel isn’t just a restaurant. It’s a greasy-fingered hallucination of simpler times, served with a side of hashbrown casserole and wrapped in porch-front capitalism. And if you’re lucky, you’ll walk out full, dazed, and holding a tin of licorice you don’t remember buying.
God bless pancakes. God bless America.