April 23rd, 2010 by Brian Schwartz – Comments (3)
Leave the glitzy hotels and glassy skyscrapers of downtown, cruise a few blocks down Archer — doing just what Bob Wills did in “Take Me Back to Tulsa” when he sang “let me off at Archer and I’ll walk down to Greenwood” — walk through the old wood door of Abears, and you’ll enter a different world.
A room smaller than a New York studio apartment — and that’s small! — painted white. A counter along each side with about twelve chairs. A few old guys sitting around talking. A woman with her two small children waiting for a take-out order. A very hospitable owner to welcome you.
The menu is very simple. I ordered the Shrimp & Catfish Basket, which came with fries for $9.65. I upgraded to fried okra for an extra 50¢. The okra was good, and the shrimp (3 big ones) and the catfish fillet, both fried, were exceptionally good. “Really glad you could come,” the owner said as I left, “and I hope you’ll be back.” “As soon as I can,” I replied, and meant it.
Abears on Greenwood, Tulsa
111 N Greenwood Av
closes at 5:00 PM, closed all day Sunday and Monday, may stay open to 7 PM when there’s a night game
Born in NYC, age 0, on my birthday. College in Oxford at age 16. Law School in New Haven, Conn. 6 years travel in Africa and Asia. Haven’t done much lately. Still, I’m the only Tulsa member of the little-known Omega Society. www.theomegasociety.com
I speak enough Chinese to order food not on any English menu. Spanish French Italian too (not fluently but food-ently) My favorite restaurant is Jean-Georges in New York. But those NYC chefs would sell their soul to get the produce available from the farms around Inola.
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