Two down and 498 to go. When we got off the plane from Denver in Oklahoma City, we looked for a place to eat before heading off to Wewoka (more about Wewoka anon). With unerring serendipity, Roger took an exit in the rental car to something called the Historic Stockyard District and, voila!, the Cattleman's Cafe appeared. Fernne recalled that this venerable establishment - oldest operating restaurant in Oklahoma - had appeared in the book Walter gave us, "500 places to eat before it's too late". But we couldn't remember what it was famous for.
When I sat ourselves down at the boisterous counter - Oklahomans are as friendly as the denizens of Irish pubs - the requisite delicacy was evident the moment we cracked open the very short menu- Lamb Fries. They are sort of the equivalent of Rocky Mountain Oysters in our part of the world, except the anatomical object involved comes from a hapless sheep and not a cow. Needless to say, Roger had the Lamb Fries while Fernne played safe with the chicken-fried steak.
And then, off to Wewoka!
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