If you could open any sort of restaurant, what would it be like?
Although I’m sure I’d go broke, I’d open a café in my hometown in northeast Oklahoma. I’d want to serve unexpected dishes, cooked with fresh, local produce and lots and lots of wine. Nouvelle Okie cuisine, let’s call it. I’m seeing okra, turnips, corn, free-range buffalo(?), watermelons, peaches—all prepared and presented in ways your grandma never dreamed.
But I’d want the restaurant (Jay’s Place?) to be more. It should be the kind of place where disaffected young and old people—loners, wannabe anarchists, queer Okies, and rebels of various stripes—could safely come for coffee, good conversation, alternative newspapers, and places on big, overstuffed sofas.
It’s a shame I can’t cook.