The Lazy Fisherman delivers nostalgic comfort food

By on June 22, 2018

If you’re really proud of your grandma’s fried catfish and other Southern accompaniments, you probably shouldn’t go to Lazy Fisherman because chances are they will knock her socks off. Cathe never eats more than one piece but this time she ate three because, she said, the thin but crunchy cornmeal batter was just like HER grandma’s. In the basket to the left are fried okra that actually taste like okra, memorable hushpuppies, and fry bread that I ate with butter and honey for dessert. Yes honey is on the table along with ketchup. It’s that kind of a place. So far south on Memorial, a two-lane road at this point, that you’re in a country cottage surrounded by cornfields. Just go to The Lazy Fisherman and Cortney will make you feel like one of the family.

Brian Schwartz

About Brian Schwartz

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. 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. “A writer writes alone. His words tumble forth from a magical inner void that is mysterious even to himself, and that no one else can enter.” And yet, the most important thing to me the writer is YOU. Without you to hear them, my words are worth less than silence.