Queenie’s is in a slightly more upscale area of Tulsa than a lot of the restaurants I’ve been going to on this journey. By and large, this journey consists of little hole in the wall, mom and pop type places. Queenie’s is a bit different. It’s a small sidewalk café and it looks to cater to the hipster population of Tulsa (and, yes, Tulsa, OK, actually has a really large hipster contingent). It’s got the bright neon colored chairs and the servers have handlebar mustaches and the girls wear bow-ties. This may give you hives, I don’t know, but the food is undeniably superlative. Pain Perdu is a French dish; it literally means “wasted bread,” and so it’s basically French Toast just with some slight variations. In short, it’s bread, baked there on site, soaked in a mixture of milk, egg, butter, vanilla and various other things and then toasted right up. A sprinkling of powdered sugar and it’s ready to go. A small bottle of syrup and some butter is provided on the side; neither are strictly necessary – the dish is sweet and buttery already. Anyway, this was amazing. It was light and fluffy and melt in your mouth delicious. There are some other dishes to try at Queenie’s and I’ll definitely visit the place again. But even making a special trip in order to try something else, it’s going to be a huge temptation not to just get this dish again. French Toast or other like dishes are generally awful in restaurants. It generally comes out too soggy or too dried out; this one is absolutely perfect. Highly recommended. 4 stars.
Je n'aime pas dans les vieux films américains quand les conducteurs ne regardent pas la route. Et de ratage en ratage, on s'habitue à ne jamais dépasser le stade du brouillon. La vie n'est que l'interminable répétition d'une représentation qui n'aura jamais lieu.