If you grew up in Oklahoma in the 80s or 90s, there’s a decent chance you made the pilgrimage to Molly Murphy’s in Oklahoma City at least once.
If you did, you never forgot.
Molly Murphy’s wasn’t just a restaurant. It was practically an Oklahoma Gen-X rite of passage. People drove from every corner of the Sooner State to experience it.
The whole gimmick was the waitstaff. They weren’t rude in a mean, hurt-your-feelings kind of way like Dick’s Last Resort. It was more sarcastic and playful, all in good fun. Like an old-fashioned roast, but everyone was the guest of honor. The zingers were sharp enough to make you laugh at yourself without actually wanting to throw hands.
The other gimmick was the staff themselves and the costumes they wore instead of uniforms. It was rad. Every server was something different. A doctor. A pirate. Even both kinds of bikers… Leather vest for one, skin-tight spandex for the other. It was like a permanent state of delicious Halloween…