Have you ever visited your old, wizened grandfather in the nursing home, his frail body now merely a dying shell of the former man he once was? You look at the photographs of him in his World War II prime and hear stories about what a strong, virile man he was…
That’s what it feels like returning to Chuck House –4430 NW 10th in Oklahoma City – for the first time since 1991 or 1992 – when my family first moved to the Metro, I remember dining here with my father a few times and what a bustling, clean, modern establishment it was, from the phone at the tables to the truth-in-advertising slogan of “Home of the Best Chicken Fry in the Universe.”