Pizza buffets, God love ‘em, are almost always the worst. So many of the times I’ve visited them, the stainless-steel trappings are a marinara-soaked wasteland where chefs send their worst pizzas...
So many times, I hear the usual sort consistently whine about how there is no “authentic” food in Oklahoma City. If you mean overpriced maladies in upscale districts, then no, you’re probably...
Have you tried to get a buena bowl of pozole in Oklahoma City lately? Sure, you might be able to find it at a few joints around town, devoutly microwaved with a thick layer of greasy escoria across...
It was a little after 1 a.m. or so when the screaming started. A shirtless man who I had never seen around the backyard before was holding a woman on the ground as some of the other women who lived...
When on the road in Oklahoma, small town eateries are almost always a sure-fire bet for some good old-fashioned cooking—hopefully from an elderly woman, natch—that you usually can’t find in the...
Once the sacred cathedrals of greasy hash and greasier eggs, truck stops were grimy joints where surly waitresses took your order of shit on a shingle while gruff cooks kept the flattop fryer running...
In 2017, I reviewed a full 52 or so restaurants. This year, however, with the four or five month forced-sabbatical, I don’t think that this year I exactly made that number. Still, my dire...
Last week, I drove a car for the first time in about a year, to Texas and back, no less. While this is probably not a big deal for you, to me, this was a huge achievement. To be behind the wheel of a...
Last week was my friend Jerry’s birthday, and even though I told him a “special dinner” was his gift, little did he know that, through the minor miracle of me being a mostly low-rent food...
I had just gotten out of a movie at Harkins—Creed 2, if you must know—when I stepped through the theater’s exit into the surprisingly cool outside air, thinking that even though the temperature...
The red lights were burning a harsh glow on the futurist artwork of a woman with a couple of egg-yolks in her hair, those 2-D eyes beckoning me to come and sit in her patio for a few minutes. Once...
Oklahoma winters are, to me at least, always so post-apocalyptic. It doesn’t help matters that, around this time, the local news channels begin their yearly holiday of frightening the populace with...
With the passing of George H.W. Bush this weekend, we thought we’d take the time to explore the great history of Famous Bushes for this week’s bonus questions theme. From George Bush to...
Let’s be brutally honest here: many people in Oklahoma City—myself, sadly included—look at Del City as some kind of dirty joke, seemingly worthy of nothing but caustic derision and subpar...
Imagine if, for one night only, Ree Drummond, the Pioneer Woman, were to come over to your unsightly urban hovel and cook an amazing dinner of country favorites, all deeply-fried and cheese-riddled...
Stardate: Eleven-Twenty-six Two-thousand eighteen. After a six-month journey, the Mars Mission spacecraft touched down on the barely explored soil, ready to discover new worlds and conquer old alien...
Running on fumes for the past few miles—both literally and figuratively—I pulled in to the EZ Shop at the corner of N.W. 50th and N. May for a moderately quick fill-up. Having grown up in this...
To slightly paraphrase that old Elvis Presley canción, the cold Ada rain keeps pouring down… Driving through the bitter end of the small town, having finished with a couple of appointments at the...
Half a lifetime ago, a movie theater with eight or ten screens under one roof was an absolute overabundance of choice. Now however, everyone’s got 24 to 30 flicks to choose from, happily spending...
It’s that time of the year again, where our family gathers around the table together to impress grandma in case she dies this year and has time to update her will! That can only mean one thing:...
That dirty miser Old Man Winter is back with a chilled vengeance and he’s brought with him the bountiful gift of unnatural cravings for nothing but all kinds of uncomfortably hot soups, from...
First off, a mea culpa… In the past, whenever I have spoken about Indigenous issues—rather passionately, I might add—I can understand why I have put some people immediately on the defensive. I...
While going through the always voluminous TLO mailbag not too long ago, Patrick passed me a letter from a reader named Todd. Here’s most of it, in a highly-edited form: “Lip Smackerss a...
Howdy folks, and welcome back once more to the decidedly light, yet still mildly disturbing, Fowler on Fowler, where I, Louis Fowler, will do whatever I can—including nudity—to see you in a...
A few weeks ago, I profiled two rural pizza chains—Hunt Brothers and Simple Simon’s—learning more about both franchises than really I needed to. But, still, many people commented and sent...