Skinny’s Catfish…yum!

My wife woke me up today and told me to get ready, because we’re going to have dinner with one of her cousins. I’d never heard of the place we were going – Skinny’s Catfish – in my life. It’s a little place in Van Buren, Arkansas’ Industrial Park, and let me just tell you…yum. I mean, I’ve always thought it was nigh-on-impossible to do catfish wrong, but this is some seriously good stuff. And the hush puppies and fried shrimp are quite simply to die for – they may even be better than the catfish, and my God, the moment you’re down to one hush puppy in your complimentary basket of ’em at your table, someone whisks that straggler away and brings you a fresh basket. The same with drinks – the service was great. No sooner had I drained my Diet Sierra Mist to the bottom of the glass then a new glass magically appeared. (Don’t ask me why I was even bothering with Diet Sierra Mist when I’m sitting there shoveling hush puppies into my face.)
Which brings me to my next point – somewhat related to this previous post: I wound up bringing a lot of food home. Yeah, I ate a lot of hush puppies before the main course was ever brought out, but I used to be able to power down a lot more food than I did tonight. It’s almost scary. That said, my jeans don’t fit me quite as well now as they did when we left the house to go to dinner. 😆