After she picked me up, we soon found ourselves driving north on Prairie from the 405 freeway. We got so involved in our conversation, that we passed the restaurant. When I say “restaurant”, I’m being extremely liberal.
From the architecture, my guess was that it was housed in a converted service station. After we found parking (very limited), we made our way to the door. Looking in through the window, we thought the place was closed, because most of the tables had upside-down chairs on top of them.
A man (later identified as the owner) opened the door and welcomed us inside. He confirmed that they were indeed open and set-up a table for us (basically taking the chairs off the tabletop and wiping the surface with a cloth).
We ordered separately, but I do recall that the catfish was well-prepared, full of flavor, and fresh. Very incongruous to the exterior. The whole dining experience was very pleasurable.
