13 January 2006

Only in Oklahoma

We visited family in Oklahoma in mid-December, complete with a trip to famed Eischen's in Okarche.

It's home of the state's oldest bar and fried chicken, fried chicken and more fried chicken. And beer. And okra. And not much else.


But really, what more do you need when you have that?

The food was great, although it might have taken a few years off my life, and the people watching was classic. We were hanging out and drinking some beers when four cowpokes who very well might have been extras from "Brokeback Mountain" sauntered in.

We could go on, but the pictures tell the story much better than we ever could. Please, click on the "comment" button and offer your proposed caption.


Yes, those are spurs. Things can get rowdy when you are wearing pink boots and drinking Dr Pepper at a bar with sawdust on the floor, Haggard on the jukebox and a parking lot full of Ford F-350s plastered with the prerequisite American flags.

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