I’ve reviewed this place before, and it just keeps getting better.
There’s nothing that pleases me more than to find myself in Stephenville around meal time. Because, I already know I’m going to stop in to Jake and Dorothy’s for the appropriate fare. Today, I’d been on an extended junket into West Texas, and was delighted to roll up into their driveway exactly at 5PM on a Saturday. It was deserted.
I took a seat up in the old part of the restaurant, and I can’t for the life of me figure out what all these people are complaining about concerning the residual smoke in the place. I notice rented cars, and motel rooms, and other places that have been smoked out, and not adequately cleaned very quickly. I didn’t notice any kind of tobacco odor remnants for my entire 0:45 minute visit there. I think the anti-smoking movement is just hyper-sensitive and critical.
There aren’t any specials going at this hour, so I ordered my favorite, their corn meal fried catfish. It came with a tiny salad (and I do mean tiny, but it had bits of tomato and a few shreds of carrot), a baked potato, and toast for a bread item. The salad tasted good enough, and the baked potato was served piping hot with a generous amount of butter and sour cream. But, the four huge hunks of golden brown, extra crispy fish were just heaven sent. I haven’t tasted fish like this since I used to catch them from the lake back in the 1970’s and cook them myself. I got their senior plate, even though I’m not quite that old, and I still could not finish off all the fish.
There’s nothing new at this place, other than they passed their 65th year in business this past summer. It’s a great place for comfort food at very fair prices. There’s nothing trendy, or glamorous to be found in there, but the Texas Monthly has decided they are one of the 40 best in the State. I certainly don’t disagree.
I just couldn’t bear to eat another bite, but the pies looked breath taking, as they always do. And, as always my bill was presented on a green guest check, and rung up on their 1970’s mechanical NCR cash register. Oh, and they don’t take plastic, because they don’t have to. They take cash, and checks from the locals only, so if you go, be prepared.
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