This place is right on the curve in Pond Creek. Everyone has been here to eat at one time or another under various names.
Tonight was a first for Wally. I parked and we went in. It wasn't as cool inside as I had hoped, but it was better than the 102 outside we had just walked in from, so I can't complain. The place is rather scruffy but in a charming way. It was clean, sparse but at least decorated and the waitresses wore whatever suited them, namely t-shirt and jeans.
We were encouraged to sit anywhere, so we selected a half booth, half chairs sitting arrangement at a table close to the door.
The waitress brought menus and took our water order. She rattled off a list of beverages, but we remained steadfast with water. When she returned, she remarked the Friday special was all-you-can-eat catfish. I'm in!
Hubby ordered a pickle burger from the menu.
Food arrived fairly quickly. As she sat the plates down, she asked if we needed anything else. "More fish".
The burger was delectable, according to hubby. He had tiny fries piled on his plate. A large bottle of catsup stood by, ready to suffocate them in red.
I had just finished a sumptuous side salad, generously assisted by ranch dressing. It only whet my appetite for the forthcoming fish. I was not disappointed. The first plate contained five long strips coated and fried to perfection. The fork merely disintegrated them, so I resorted to a method of shovel, dip, bite. There was just enough tarter sauce in the cup to complete the plate full of fish.
While the waitress sped off to put an order in for more fish, I concentrated on the curly fries. I abstained from any condiment, creserving my taste buds for the next plate of catfish. I sipped water and waited, watching hubby polish off his mound of tiny fries.
A basket arrived at the table with 5 fish strips in it. She inquired "more fish? " I nodded and off she went. I was just dipping the last of my fish into the last of the tarter sauce as the next basket arrived. This played out twice more before the warmth of the fish in my belly caught up to me and I had to cease the incoming fish baskets.
With a huge grin, the waitress inquired if we were ready for dessert. I told her maybe next time. Hubby paid, a generous tip was left with the water glasses on the table, a delicious meal had gluttonously been consumed. Go there on a Friday night and fill up on the catfish. They melt in your mouth like butter. We plan a return soon! read more