There was a time not too terribly long ago in Oklahoma City when there was a chain on every corner and the closest you could get to local was to make a trip to your farmers market and make the food yourself. We always celebrate all things local, and luckily, it’s getting easier for OKC restaurants to incorporate locally grown, all- natural ingredients into what they offer.
— By Devon Green
photos by Mark Hancock and Shannon Cornman
Football season is finally here! We call it soccer, but that doesn’t have to stop you from indulging in two favorite European traditions: walking and pub crawling. Since the Energy FC games will be alcohol-free, we’ve created a list of pubs and taverns within walking distance from Clement E. Pribil Stadium at Bishop McGuinness Catholic High School.
— by Devon Green
photos by Mark Hancock and Shannon Cornman
While the idea of fried dough may or may not be American in origin, the traditional ring-shaped confection that we know and love does originate here. According to The Smithsonian, doughnuts were created by an enterprising New England sailor’s mother who wanted a way to store and transport pastry. Regardless of its origin, the doughnut is a modern favorite.
— by Devon Green, photos by Mark Hancock and Shannon Cornman
111 N. Main, Goldsby
Interstate 35 exit 104 (2 miles south of Norman)
What works: entrees that compare with the metro’s best.
What needs work: The website needs an update with a complete menu, including prices.
The Tip: top-notch, country-style grub and plenty of it.
Libby’s Cafe is a steak-and-catfish restaurant named for co-owner Libby Adkins. It’s just south of Interstate 35’s Goldsby exit on State Highway 74.
The evening we bopped down, a middle-aged group of obviously affluent riders on enormous motorcycles had just arrived. That cemented the notion that it’s a destination restaurant for the greater metro area. It’s just far enough to be away from bright city lights, but not too long a drive to be tedious. Adkins and her husband, Scott, also farm a nearby 5,000 acres.
Libby’s Cafe is country, y’all.
There’s no pretension. A loveseat was for sale in the waiting area with the owner’s telephone number on a card attached to its back.
Grandma’s house bric-a-brac is the decorating theme. On a midweek early evening, there was no waiting for a table in either of the two distinctly different dining rooms. Up two flights of stairs is a full-service bar.
Country singer Jason Aldean was on the sound system, crooning about a gal with a big Southern drawl, cowboy boots and down-home roots. Downstairs was a family-atmosphere dining room with kids chattering and no music at all.
There’s an enormous white-tailed deer trophy on one shiny, corrugated-steel wall, along with many genuine Oklahoma artifacts. One is a Great Depression-era group photo with the handwritten caption, “Goldsby farmers gathering to help their neighbor in a time of sorrow.”
Our server, Diana Estrada, was all business. The menu is large with a lot of appetizers, sandwiches and burgers. Libby’s destination status comes from a deserved reputation for superb fried catfish and expertly grilled steaks at reasonable prices.
All entrees include a choice of two side dishes, one option being the salad bar. That buffet of greens, pasta and creamy concoctions is a natural pick. It’s a temptation not to pile your small plate full of fresh sliced tomatoes, creamy macaroni salad and a delectable cold dill and sour cream potato mash. But Libby’s is all about generously satisfying large appetites, so restraint gets forgotten.
That little salad plate must have weighed a pound. It was comforting to sit in a booth with completely broken-down seat cushions, knowing thousands of other big eaters had been there before.
Estrada patiently played along with the silly game when asked what a vegan could get. She replied that a vegetable plate was available. Armed with that interesting but immediately superfluous knowledge, I ordered chicken-fried steak ($9.50), a 6-oz. rib-eye steak ($9.50) and fried catfish ($9.95).
Our wait for entrees was short.
Chicken-fried steak is an art form in Oklahoma, and this one was a Frederic Remington, the famous Old American West painter. Fork-tender chicken fry left just enough room on the platter for mashed potatoes. True to traditional form, both meat and taters were smothered in rich pepper-cream gravy.
It’s difficult to fry beef and not leave it tough, but someone in that kitchen knew the trick. Any kind of rib-eye steak dinner for under $10 is phenomenal in itself, but this one drew rave reviews from my spouse.
In Chicago, it would be quadruple the price.
The rib-eye was just the right size and was grilled to juicy magnificence. The catfish was the real deal, and it’s no surprise that it’s at the top of the menu.
The fillets deserve first billing for firm texture, mild taste and piping-hot presentation. Libby’s old-school, hand-cut french fries begged the question why so many places serve the frozen factory variety. There’s no comparison.
Homemade peach and blackberry cobbler ($3) was ordered but had to be carried home in a bag.