As water from the hole in the ceiling near the back of the dining room slowly drips into buckets on the floor, it’s obvious that Ranch House Café, 5000 NW 10th, is on its last legs.
It was lunchtime on a Thursday and the parking lot was more than empty. Poking my head in to make sure they were open, a pleasing scent that reminded me of my mother’s home deep in the Oklahoma boonies lingered in the air, bouncing off the constant wood paneling and dark green carpet. Finding a place to sit, it’s easy to tell that the Ranch House is truly the last restaurant of its kind in the city.