Cracker Barrel says sorry and takes down a decoration that was seen as offensive.

A Cracker Barrel restaurant in Connecticut got criticism when a customer saw what appeared to be “nooses on the ceiling.” The restaurant apologized, saying the items were just wrapped cords used for decoration and not real nooses. They acknowledged it was a mistake not to notice how they looked before putting them up.

A Twitter user named Alfonso Robinson shared pictures, asking about the noose-like decorations. Cracker Barrel explained that the cords were part of a display for an old soldering iron.

The restaurant quickly took down the item. Activists had a good discussion with the manager, recognizing that people see things differently based on their experiences.

Some people are asking for a complete review of the decorations, but Cracker Barrel highlighted its commitment to inclusivity and removing the inappropriate display. They admitted that they need to pay closer attention in the future.

This incident shows how important it is to be sensitive and aware when choosing decorations, making sure they create a welcoming environment for everyone.

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