There are a few places around OKC that I always imagine would fit perfectly in the world of John Carpenter’s 1981 film Escape from New York. For example, couldn’t you see Snake Plissken shopping for Hiland yogurts and day-old ciabatta rolls at the Buy for Less at 23rd and Penn? Or perhaps strolling down the Wig District to donate a few pints of life-saving plasma for a few extra bucks?
I like to think that, when it comes to good ol’ fashioned Southern fare—especially after all the authentic restaurants have left town when OKC became a walled-in penal colony after President Mary Fallin installs a jack-booted local theocracy—he’d dine practically everyday at the Grandy’s at NE 36th and Lincoln.