It’s kind of funny (but mostly sad) that it takes foraging hipsters opening pop-ups in the froideur parts of the Metro, often charging comically high prices, to get the hoi polloi to want to even try “Indigenous” food.
Here’s the truth, son: if you ain’t down at the Oklahoma Choctaw Tribal Alliance every second (or, in this month’s case, third) Saturday of the month, you are truly missing out on some beautifully real (and beautifully realized) Choctaw comfort foods, the type of dishes that are made and enjoyed by real Indigenous people whenever the opportunity arises. It’s an entire feast for under a sawbuck that’ll leave even the most translucent of palefaces proclaiming “It’s a good day to dine!”