Every so often, I have a ritualized reunion with the Red Cup – a vegetarian café at 3122 N. Classen Blvd. that has quietly been there for me through several versions of my life.
I ate there as a lonely academic, a broke writer, an unemployed OKC lifer, and, more recently, as a man trying to put himself back together after a series of strokes.
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The last time I had been to the beloved Red Cup was around 2019. After moving back to the city following a long convalescence, I was intent on showing my Louisiana-born wife the haunts I have haunted around town, and the Red Cup was at the top of the list.
Luckily, she fell in love with it too.