Many, many years ago, I lived at the corner of Eubanks and N. Shartel, a scant half block away from the old Oklahoma Gazette building, a paint shop, and the venerable Iron Starr Urban Bar-B-Q, at 36th and N. Shartel Ave. in the spot that Leslie's old Painted Desert once occupied.
With nary a car to my name, a small-time job, and, even worse, a massive and girthy frame, I usually had Iron Starr grub around two or three times a week back then, mostly because the local pizza places and their delivery fees were too expensive for my cheap blood.
Ribs, French fries, and tasty desserts for everybody, I guess!
Since moving to a new place after my first stroke five or so years ago, I completely forgot about the eatery and its quality but movable food, so I was a bit tickled to see flavorful smoke billowing from the rooftop when I stopped by my old stomps last week to marvel at the remodeled and resold old house I once called home.
With my tastebuds reigniting, I realized I had to go dine at Iron Starr one more time.