Tulsa Food

“Come on Milk,” says his rascally friend Guitar Bains in Toni Morrison’s magical novel “Song of Solomon”. “This ain’t New York; choices are limited.” But this was fifty years ago and more, he wasn’t in Tulsa, and he wasn’t looking for fried chicken. New fried chicken places are springing up in Tulsa every week or [...]

Baker’s Fish House is way way off the grid. Your GPS can’t find it. The street address is just plain wrong. No one is sure what town it’s in. Some say Porter, others say Oktaha, and a few maintain it’s in Wagoner. Best to say it’s somewhere between Wagoner and Muskogee, right near the Verdigris [...]

Bigger, better than ever, open for breakfast lunch and dinner, and now in South Tulsa. There was a woman from New Iberia, Louisiana who visited Chicory & Chives back when it was a tiny Westside diner. She ordered the Crawfish Etouffee. It was so good she brought her family back to try it, and they [...]

Hebert’s is world-famous. People in Cajun-deprived locales such as New York and California order Hebert’s Turduckens and Alligator Dips on the Internet. For years I’d wanted to try their Turducken, which is a chicken crammed inside a duck with a turkey wrapped around it. Finally I did, and it was something of a disappointment. But [...]

Tulsa has more great fried fish and pork and chicken places than any city has a right to expect, from Evelyn’s by the airport to Lazy Fisherman way down south in Bixby. But Sweet Lisa’s just might win the crown. A place like that in New York would have lines out the door. Sweet Lisa’s [...]

Wouldn’t it be nice if you could find a chain restaurant that wasn’t a chain? It would have the same kind of casual fun food as your average T.G.I. Friday’s but the menu wouldn’t be designed by a bunch of cost-cutters in suits sitting in a corner office in Chicago and the food wouldn’t be [...]

I’ve never much liked the term “comfort food” but if you had to use it just once in your life, you’d probably use it about the food at Nelson’s Ranch House. When Dorothy was lounging in the Wizard of Oz’s fancy palace and all she could think of was going home, it might have been [...]

“I am now addicted to this fried chicken!” Brian said. At least I think that’s what he said. My mind was elsewhere, totally concentrated on trying to snag an extra pork chop without Brian noticing. No, I wasn’t talking to myself. I was eating lunch with Brian McCullough. He owns this website. And he’s a [...]