It is Wednesday, so I went up to Southlake today a little before noon.
On my way back from my first stop in Southlake I went to Sprouts Farmers Market and got a lot of good stuff. I’ve never seen Sprouts so busy.
Were people stocking up for the upcoming return of winter with its possible Friday ice storm?
On the way back home, after Sprouts, I had been asked by an Anonymous Person to pick said person up at Tuckers Catfish Haven in North Richland Hills.
Why do so many people insist I not put their name in my blog? It perplexes me.
Anyway, I’d been in the Tuckers Catfish Haven parking lot previously. But I had not bothered to look at their sign. I read the sign today and was surprised to learn that in Tuckers Catfish Haven I could get the World’s Best Catfish.
I added the apostrophe to World’s. For some reason Tuckers does not seem to like apostrophes. It seems like it should be Tucker’s Catfish Haven, not Tuckers Catfish Haver. And it should be World’s Best, not Worlds Best.
Sorry about being an apostrophe Nazi.
I do not understand why catfish is so popular in these parts. There may be more catfish restaurants in the D/FW Metroplex than any other genre. Even BBQ. To my semi-refined tastebuds, catfish is, at best, flavorless, at worst you can bite into catfish that tastes like the mud the catfish bottom fed from.
The texture of catfish is mushy. Very unappealing. And then the catfish is usually deep-fried with a corn meal coating. Although I have seen catfish grilled in various ways, but none that tasted very good to me.
Usually with catfish you’ll get these things called hush puppies. These are little balls of deep-fried cornmeal dough, usually tasting the same as what the catfish is coated with.
So, I guess the thing I’ve learned today is if I want the World’s Best Catfish, which I don’t, I need to go to Tuckers Catfish Haven.
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