Cracker Barrel has found itself in a bit of a pickle, and folks are not just buttering biscuits over it. The famous Southern restaurant chain, known for its rocking chairs and Southern comfort food, is undergoing some changes that have sent some of its most loyal customers into a tizzy that could rival a squirrel on espresso. Apparently, the new CEO thinks it might be time to modernize a bit, but not everyone is ready to embrace the glow of those bright, new LED lights.

Imagine walking into your favorite diner only to find the walls painted a shade of “Who Even Asked for This?” and the nostalgic decor replaced with “What Even Is This?” Customers are freaking out as if the food will start tasting like kale chips. The new Cracker Barrel vibe is so polished and bright, it’s like the owners decided every meal should be paired with a side of white guilt. People have taken to social media, proclaiming their disillusionment while clutching their Granny’s treasured sugar daddy candy like it’s the last lifeboat on the Titanic.

What’s got everyone really upset is not just the new look, but the subtle scent of “wokeness” that seems to be wafting through the air. With the new alliance with the LGBTQ community and an attempt at inclusivity that’s as overwhelming as Aunt Edna’s five-layer Jell-O salad, die-hard fans are feeling like they’ve been served a plate of irony instead of their classic biscuits and gravy. It’s like Cracker Barrel has suddenly decided to host a pride parade instead of a pancake breakfast. Who knew a family restaurant could evoke such passionate feelings? People are swearing they’ll boycott unless they see a candle that smells like “good ol’ days” and maybe some actual racists hanging out in the corner.

Now, don’t get it twisted. Cracker Barrel’s food isn’t changing much—thank goodness for Uncle Hershel’s favorites that are making a comeback. People can breathe easy knowing their chicken and dumplings are safe, despite reports of them being served on artisanal wooden boards rather than the traditional country plates. And while the CEO insists the heart of Cracker Barrel is unchanged, the shift in branding feels like that awkward cousin at Thanksgiving who suddenly decides to become vegan. No one knows how to handle it, and everyone is avoiding eye contact.

In the eyes of some, Cracker Barrel’s management has opened the doors to a new era—one that means guests can feel welcome rather than judged. But for others, it feels like they’re trying to snatch the very soul of what made the place great. It’s akin to finding out that your favorite senior center bingo night is now being run by a bunch of hipsters wearing matching socks and sandals. The skepticism is so thick you could cut it with a biscuit knife.

So here’s the deal: modernization can be great, but let’s not throw the whole experience out with the dishwater. When it comes to Cracker Barrel, many just want to rock in a chair, sip sweet tea, and reminisce about the days of yore without feeling like they walked into a gender studies class. There’s a balance to be struck—crack a joke, serve some wholesome food, and keep the charm that makes Cracker Barrel, well, Cracker Barrel. So, whether you’re team “Woke Up” or team “Ain’t Broke, Don’t Fix It,” one thing’s for sure: Cracker Barrel’s gonna need a lot of biscuits to butter both sides of this divide.