Marshall and Gunter take not one—but two—trips to Cracker Barrel, and somehow both descend into chaos. Marshall attempts to describe the Cracker Barrel experience but ends up likening it to prison. All he wanted was hashbrown casserole. That’s it. Instead? Catfish. His southern dreams were crushed. He rants about Southern traditions, the downfall of Cracker Barrel’s aesthetic, and the rise of Gen Z names (what do they have to do with this? Unclear, but Marshall connects the dots). Gunter tries to help Marshall refine his casserole-ordering strategy, but when the server skips drink orders entirely on their second trip, it’s clear they’re cursed. They find themselves surrounded by tables of elderly diners and Marshall becomes irrationally enraged by someone’s “special water” request. His food order is wrong—again—but at least he dominated the golf tee triangle game. That’s a win? Marshall then spirals into a casserole tirade—apparently all casseroles are gross… except hashbrown. Gunter defends breakfast casseroles, which sends Marshall into a Porsche-related jab about the price of eggs and her luxury lifestyle. Just another wholesome trip to America’s favorite country store.