For some reason, I thought the bailiwick of the Winston, 106 W. Main, in Norman, was a mere dive, no more, no less.
You know, the kind with the torn felt on the uneven pool table, microwavable tater tots and warm chili in the kitchen area, and, of course, a time-worn poster of a 1987 nameless Coors beer model swaying in the reconditioned breeze. I’ve been there and I know you’ve been there.
But most contrary to my popular belief, the Winston it is a thoughtful piece of ribald Britannia in Norman, right down to the diplomatic mascot, Winston Churchill, casually lounging in a leatherbound set-piece. But more than that, the food they serve is more than incredible.