The unemployment line, crashing at friend’s, San Diego SRO hotels, and the Adacia Imperial Mobile Park
Various Authors 1:22 p.m., Sept. 26
You’d never find Frank in a thousand years, if you didn’t know where to look.
Like, get off the Orange Line trolley at Euclid Avenue, walk through the shopping center with all the domes and towers...
...turn right, cross the bridge of the Chollas creek branch...
You're almost in the countryside...
...walk around the Joe and Vi Jacobs Center...
...till you come to the back, and this, well, hole in the wall.
It has a tin rooster standing on the ledge...
...and a sign you can see through the window:
“Where Mmm Kisses Ahh!”
This is Red Rooster Catfish, 404 Euclid, Suite 119 (between Holly Drive and Sta Rita Place), 619-795-8684.
Frank, who’s from Shreveport Louisiana, and Lisa, who’s from Kentucky, run this li’l place. It keeps going strictly through word of mouth.
Or, in my case, lost wanderers stumbling across it.
“What else can I get for you, champion,” Frank’s saying on the phone, as I poke my head in.
Long and short? I’m short on cash, long on hunger, so I get the cheapest dish they have going. Breaded fried tilapia with a side of cheesy corn nuggets, and a Hawaiian bun ($5.50).
And a bottle of Stewart’s Root Beer ($1.69), originally from the sassafras root, created in Ohio in 1924, named top root beer at the 2006 World Cup of Root Beer.
Who knew? But it is nice and rich. And goes so well with my wickedly delicious cheesy corn nuggets. And the tilapia.
Only problem: Lisa says the real southern fish you should be eating is catfish, and I see that Frank does frog legs.
That’s it. Coming back.