1100
S.
Meridian, OKC, OK 73108
(don't go there, it's been bulldozed)
405-942-8588
(don't call either)
Unit
1
2
Blocks South
of
I-40
A
Bob Tayar
Enterprise
A
Unique Dining
Experience
Eating
Out Is Fun
Welcome
to the wacky, and often
drug-induced, world of Molly's.
If
you worked there, or if you were a guest, come on in, look around, and
send me your stories.
E-mail:MightyMouse@mollymurphys.net
Oh yeah.......stay away from the enchiladas!
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TICKET UP!.
WHO DID YOUR HAIR, THE WIND?.
MEET ME ON TABLE 13.
CHANTING, WAILING, WEEPING & MOANING.
PROPS AND PILFERAGE.
PROFESSIONAL HAIRDRESSERS FROM PANGBURN, ARKANSAS.
CAR WASH.
DIDN'T WE GO OUT ONCE?.
THE BACK DOOR
El Nino,
Moonshine and the Masked Monkey Man
By
(Susie Hazelton) Kitchen
My take:
After the annual Bigfoot Campfire Storytelling Event, We found a dive
bar 3
miles into the deep, dark woods on Friday night. It was soooo scary. It
was
surreal, twilight zonish and something I will never forget. We were
driving
down the two lane highway when we saw a sign that says "BAR - 3
miles." with an arrow. We almost drove past the "El Nino Supper
Club", but my sharp eyes caught the neon Budweiser sign gleaming
through
the thick cedar trees. An old trailer from the 60's sat surrounded by
an aging
white picket fence with weeds and a rickety wood walkway leading to an
old,
bent up screen door. It came complete with the town drunk, Leo. We
started to
get back in the car when Leo encountered us and bade us to enter. I
believe his
exact words were, "Get on in there. She might be asleep, but we're
open."
Anita, who reminded us of Eileen Brennan in Private Benjamin, was
indeed
slightly dozing in her recliner when we crept in. Anita, with her red
flaming
hair and slightly bent posture is at least 85. It was as if we had
entered
someone's private living room, only this one had a bar and a couple of
tables.
We chose to sit at the bar and ordered up some $3 margaritas- the
"house
specialty" according to a sign posted next to another sign, which
advised us
of the dress code requiring shoes and shirt but "bra and panties are
optional."
Mimi asked to go to the restroom and was directed behind a curtained
doorway
which I later discovered also served as Anita's sleeping quarters. The
gentlemen in our party were advised that their restroom was behind the
trailer
which was pretty much 'anywhere you want to go" according to Anita.
Mimi
asked what there was to eat and Anita announced that the only thing she
had
left were brisket sandwiches. "We'll take 6," Mimi cheerfully
announced as I gave her a look of sheer terror.
As we waited for "Red" to microwave our culinary waterloo, Leo served
as a charming host, regaling me with tales of his recent romantic break
up
which involved his objection to his best girl's new colostomy bag. I
learned
everything I needed to know about Leo and then some. We also met Pepper
the
resident bar chihuahua.
The brisket came, and I am pretty sure I possibly ate human flesh for
the first
time in my life. (It does not taste just like chicken) I'm thinking
that no El
Nino Supper Club patrons ever actually make out alive, but since we
were late
to the party that Friday night, Leo and Anita were too tired to make
the effort
and decided to let us go. It was either that, or Greg offering to buy
her a
shot- which she quickly took him up on- whipping out a bottle of Peach
Schnaaps
and charging him $6 for the pleasure of watching her belt it down like
a 21
year old frat boy in the Gaslamp on Friday night.
After Cannabalism Fest, Anita sang us some tunes on the guitar, but not
before
asking for requests. Chip was sad that she did not know the acoustic
arrangement for any Rogers and Hammerstein, but we were charmed all the
same by
her efforts. We took our photos with Anita (El Nino Tradition is that
you don't
get out the door without a photo in the pink sombrero) and left into
the cold,
dark woods- none of us speaking for a few seconds as we drove away.
"Was
that real?" someone finally asked. We all laughed nervously and
hysterically after that- all the way back to beautiful Peckerwood Knob
Cabins.
Saturday was the 5k and the Bigfoot Festival and of course our annual
turn
about the fair as Bigfoot Royalty. Mimi is standing in line for
corndogs, gets
tapped on the shoulder and hears, "Hey, do you remember me?" She
turns to find our sweet troubador from last year, Tommy Ladd. There
were hugs
all around and of course Tommy invited us again to Clancy's to jam. He
has
grown even more talented in the year since we heard him last.
As we stopped at the local market to pick up some grub on our way to
Clancy's,
we heard a shout out from a jeep just pulling away and discovered the
County
Commissioner from last year who taught us to play spoons. We ran and
hugged him
just like we've known him all our lives. Clancy's was great again this
year.
Tommy Ladd and Willy Steve played, County Commissioner played spoons
and we
were treated to a taste of moonshine from an old guy with a full white
beard,
missing teeth and overalls. He carried it around in a paper sack
wrapped in a
mason jar.
Sunday morning ,while it was still pitch black outside, Mimi opened her
shutter
windows up in the loft overlooking the other cabin in which Greg and
Darren
were staying and screamed like a little girl. "Something's in that
tree." I was right behind her and screamed also, mostly due to her
reaction. As we were running, I say, "Was it a raccoon, a bocat, a
possum?" She hysterically cries, "No, it was a man in a monkey
suit."
"A man in a monkey suit?" I screamed even louder. Chip and Dottie,
having been rudely awakened by hysterical screaming on a peaceful
Peckerwood
Knob Sunday morning, come bounding up the stairs. They bravely look
into the
dark, swaying tree as they try to calm us down. "It's just the wind"
"You were seeing shadows." No amount of convincing could disuade Mimi
from her vision of our hirsute visitor in the tree.
We had certain suspicions, which we carefully pondered for a few hours
over
coffee and which later resulted in a hilarious, seemingly random
discussion
with Greg to see if he would fess up after we referenced certain
things. We
queried him about his access to costumes at Warner Brothers, quoting
that one
of our favorite movies was "Planet of the Apes, and discussed the old
tv
series "Bewitched" and how one of our favorite episodes was the one
where Dr Bombay turns Tabitha into a monkey. Each reference was met
with a
confused look from Greg and hysterical laughter from the rest of us.
We finally told Greg the goal of our rather strange conversation with
him and
what had occurred the night before. He SWEARS it was not him and I
believe him.
Still, I know Mimi. She is one of the most logical, straighforward
people I
know. I do not know who was trying to scare us, but they certainly did.
We
think it may have been Mr Green, who wants to scare away tourists from
Peckerwood Knob- due to an abandoned gold mine upon which it sits. We
called
the gang from Scooby Doo and the Mystery Machine is rolling towards
Honobia
even as we speak. They'll have it solved in half an hour in plenty of
time for
all of us to get back for some Scooby Snacks. Of course Shaggy and
Scoob will
spend that half hour mucking things up in misadventure, while Alan and
Daphne
disappear to God knows where. (Can you say "Hook up while everyone else
is
concentrating on a mystery?") My money will always be on Velma, the
girl
with the sensible shoes.
Just as Jim Smith, the photographer at Lightsmith
Photography
blogged,
I will
go ANYWHERE and do ANYTHING with the wonderful friends I have from so
many
years ago.. It is really not about the destination- it's about the
company you
keep.




-
be sure
to pick up a copy of
Jeffiee
Tayar's
book, and find out what was going on in her head while we
were
serving eggrolls -
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Employees:
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that's a big word)

OKLAHOMA GAZETTE ARTICLE, NOVEMBER 2004
NATION'S
RESTAURANT NEWS, AUGUST 1986

