In Oklahoma, they have this funny habit of running restaurants like a pop-up concert where the headliner is brisket and the encore is a locked door.
I learned the hard way that showing up “fashionably late” to certain spots just means arriving in time to admire empty pans like they are modern art.
These kitchens cook until the food runs out, then they flip the sign, start cleaning, and basically tell your stomach to file a complaint with tomorrow’s prep…