In Oklahoma, biscuits and gravy are not a side note. They are the main event.
I have watched people set alarms just to beat the crowd, slide into the same booth they always choose, and order without even opening the menu. It is ritual, not routine.
When the biscuits are scratch-made and still warm enough to steam when you break them open, you know you are in the right place. Pepper-specked sausage gravy blankets the plate like it was meant to be there, rich without being overcomplicated…