Stepping into Barbara’s in Franklin feels like walking into the front door at grandma’s house with floors that squeak, original wood paneling, various mismatched chairs and tired AC window units. You should understand one thing: they only care about creating the best food in town. The generations of family operating Barbara’s greet guests with love and leave them feeling as if an old familiar face has given them a warm hug. From the pillowy rolls worth fighting over to southern classics like poppyseed chicken, field peas and fried pork chops, Mrs. Barbara, who opened the operation in 1997, should feel proud that her dishes are still the nostalgic meals of our childhood memories at grandma’s.