A few years ago, on a Friday night, I went on a very weird and very spur-of-the-moment date with some woman I hardly knew to a restaurant in Midwest City called Pelicans.
If you haven’t been to Pelicans, it’s a cozy, locally-owned restaurant in the footsteps of the dormant Heritage Park Mall near Reno and Air Depot. The place has the vibes of an old school Garfield’s, Harry Bears or Shorty Small’s that time simply forgot. If you’re a sucker for deep brown wood walls and tables, a salad bar, and other nostalgic dining elements from the 1990s, you’ll actually kind of love it.
After having a couple of awkward get-to-know-you drinks (and some stuffed mushroom caps), my date – who I had just met earlier that afternoon while running some errands – suggested we hit up some bar down the street on Air Depot.