Arkansas has a way of making a fish fry feel like the whole point of summer. A lake day is great, sure, but the plate afterward might be what people remember most.
Hot catfish lands on the table, hushpuppies vanish fast, and suddenly the drive feels completely justified. These are the kinds of places where the room feels easy, the portions do not mess around, and nobody needs a fancy reason to order fried fish.
You can picture it already. A warm evening…