Junior’s Supper Club in Oklahoma City

Being from the South, food has always been an important part of my heritage.  You cannot finish one meal without talking about the next one before leaving the table.  Traveling Life’s Highways gives one a vast number of places to eat, socialize, and savor the many unique flavors in diners, dives, and fine restaurants around the country.

I’m always looking for that rich heritage and history in the towns I visit and found a wonderful look back in history to the Oklahoma and Texas Oil Boom and Bust in the 70’s and 80’s at Junior’s Supper Club in Oklahoma City.  It is located in the Oil Center Building in the basement.

Non Smoking Dining Area

This fine dining experience has a rich history and as one enters Junior’s doors it is like stepping back in time to another era.  The walls are lush reds with romantic lighting from the many chandeliers.  The space is divided into a non-smoking dining area and a glass walled bar and tables which allow smoking. 

Entertainment Area

The sunken piano bar and music entertainment area are all reminiscent of a time in Oklahoma when money flowed freely, oil deals were made, and dining tastes were exquisite.  That era may be gone but the spirit lives on within these walls.

Fine steaks, Lobster tails, Alaskan King Crab, and Salmon are just some of the menu items found here.  The meal was wonderful, the friendly staff stayed on top of things with drinks and banter while dining.

A Brief History:

In the late 1960’s, Junior Simon was managing Oklahoma City’s Habana Club.  It was so successful that he became partners in ownership of the Hilton Hotel in Tulsa.  It was then that he began to dream of a restaurant that would one day be his own. Because of that dream, Junior’s Supper Club was born. Thanks to his true belief in superb service, style and culinary excellence, there are still customers walking through the same door 42 years later. That is a true testament to the superior quality Junior’s customers receives each time they come in to dine. 

Junior’s: Today

Since 2003, Junior’s has been owned and operated by Jim Shumsky, a long-time patron of Junior’s and friend of Genell Simon, Junior Simon’s widow. After a request by Genell, Jim became the new owner of Junior’s just after retiring from Pfizer Pharmaceuticals boasting a remarkably successful end to a 40-year career.  Mr. Shumsky says, “You’re welcomed at the door, recognized; you eat an outstanding meal and are thanked for coming when you leave.” This has been a trademark of the beliefs behind what has made Junior’s one of Oklahoma City’s legendary places to eat.

The servers, many of whom have worked at Junior’s for many years, allow the diners to linger over dinner, which in today’s fast-paced world is almost a lost art, but is definitely a contributing factor in the successful status of a great restaurant. “You don’t change success,” Shumsky says. “This place is legendary.”  He is grateful to be able to keep a true historic piece of Oklahoma City history alive embodying the same belief system and true love of the restaurant, that has made it a success and a landmark for so many years. 

The Food

Junior’s boasts some of the finest cuts of meat prepared precisely to perfection, world-class lobster tail and truly spectacular Caesar salads made tableside, adding to the already intriguing ambiance. Junior’s takes the words fine dining to a new level.  (http://www.juniorsokc.com/history.html)

This hidden gem is a must if you want fine dining from a long ago era where everything is cooked perfectly, great side dishes, and a unique experience is had by everyone.

A Cute Diverticulitis

A Cute Diverticulitis

After my first-ever bout with diverticulitis, I wanted to make notes about what happened over the last week.  First, I want to say there is nothing “cute” about acute diverticulitis.  You are bent doubled over, knees to chin with severe pain in your lower left stomach area.  Some people have nausea but all I had was pain.

 Sunday, May 19, 2019

On this particular Sunday morning I woke up to the normal pop up reminders on my phone’s Facebook app, one of which reminded me of a golf trip to Mexico seven years ago with my buddy Scott for his birthday.  There were several photos from the flight down as well as our golfing and diving that week so I wrote a note wishing him a great birthday and went outside to do some gardening and motorhome upkeep and repairs.  The weather is hot here in north Georgia now so getting out early and doing any outside work is almost mandatory.  It had been getting into the high 80’s the last few days so I wanted to start some roof repairs on the motorhome and get it ready for another trip out west.

I spent several hours doing the roof repair, letting things dry before starting the next phase when I decided to come in out of the heat to re-hydrate for a while. Later, I went back outside to work on a drip irrigation system for many of the deck planters and pots so they would get watered while away.  I started to feel pain and discomfort in my lower-left abdomen, went to the bathroom but afterward it felt like a golf ball was lodged on that left side. It did not go away and only intensified as the afternoon turned into evening.  I was awaiting the start of the season finale for Game of Thrones.  GOT was about what I expected with several story lines left for further development, if wanted by the show’s producers.  All in all, I was a little disappointed but as my pain grew by the hour it did not matter anymore.

I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know what it was and several hours later the intense pain was still there in my lower belly.  Around 10:30 pm, I decided it was time for a trip to the emergency room, which was fortunate, because as I would learn, a proper diagnosis of diverticulitis required a CT scan with contrast.

The ER nurses and doctor asked me to rate the pain on a scale of one to ten, and I answered it this way: “The pain is only eight, but the discomfort level is a 9 or 10.” (If doctors ever ask you to rate the “pain,” I encourage you to differentiate between pain and discomfort as well; because when I first answered that the pain was an “8” to the check in desk they seemed to handle my case very slowly.  Once I made this distinction in the exam room, they moved faster.)  It was not too long before an IV was started and a shot of morphine was given to help with the pain.  They drew blood and the nurse waited for me to give them a urine sample before they could do a CT scan with contrast.  I was running a fever, so there was definitely an infection in my belly.

The pain meds did not seem to alleviate the pain and discomfort so they gave me morphine’s “big brother”, laudanum. I have heard about this opioid in several movies like, “Wyatt Earp”, “The Shootist” and “Deadwood”.  I will say that it took the pain away very quickly and lowered my threshold to a manageable level.    

The doctor’s nurse drew blood and did a urinalysis on the sample I provided, and after those test results looked okay, they sent me for a “CT scan with contrast.”

One of the reasons they did the urinalysis was to make sure my kidneys were functioning properly, a precursor to having the CT scan with contrast.  (It sounds like you can’t have the contrast if you have kidney problems.)

The CT scan showed that the problem was most likely acute diverticulitis in the lower-left abdomen, the sigmoid colon to be specific.  After my colonoscopy several months ago, it looked like there may be another potential problem to watch out for over the next couple of years, diverticulitis, and now it moved from a possible problem to a full blown painful event to deal with.

All I knew of this disease was from an old comedy sketch on Saturday Night Live.  Doug and Wendy Whiner is a married couple played by Robin Duke (Wendy Whiner) and Joe Piscopo (Doug Whiner).  The couple was just as their name suggested - whiny and annoying.  Their sketches had them in a variety of situations, from being passengers on a flight to adopting a child (Drew Barrymore).  In one particularly funny sketch, the couple was attending an SNL broadcast.  They are shown in line waiting to be seated, nagging the usher (Julia Louis-Dreyfus) and whining about who the host would be.  The couple always mentions that they have diverticulitis, usually whining this in unison.  This was a funny thing to think about and look up a YouTube video at one o’clock in the morning.  I couldn’t watch long as the pain hurt too much when I laughed.

Doug and Wendy Whiner SNL Comedy Sketch 

The ER doctor prescribed 2 antibiotics, one named Metronidazole 500 MG, and the other Ciprofloxacin HCL 500 MG.  This will hopefully get rid of the infection in my colon. He also prescribed Hydrocodone, one every six hours, as needed, for pain. 

Still somewhat doubled over I was discharged from the hospital around three in the morning.  The drive back to Helen was slow, painful, with not a vehicle in sight the whole drive home.  The song, “A Pirate Looks at 40” playing in my head; “I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks”. 

The next several days were spent lying in bed, knees to my chin hoping the pain meds dulled things enough to sleep.  If not in bed, I was lying on the sofa, not doing anything, trying to recover.  It is a pain in the butt (side) to feel this way, as I hate being sick.

Finally on Thursday, May 23, 2019, I began to feel somewhat better, not normal but a little better.  I could feel the diverticulitis pain if I poked on it directly, but otherwise I didn’t feel it across my whole stomach. I’m writing this on Friday morning, and I still need to take the antibiotics for a few more days.  I began eating some crackers and a bowl of soup Tuesday night, and everything seemed okay.  I had my first bowel movement, since Sunday, yesterday so hopefully things will start to return to normal soon.  So far it just seems the gasses want to be released so Icewind blows once again as the winds of change have come over me.  Growing older is not for sissies folks.

“Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late” – Jimmy Buffett

Life Observation # 204 Frogs

Life Observation # 204 Frogs          

I haven’t posted any Life Observations in a long while, almost a year since adding the new blog, Traveling Life’s Highways, posting on that one while I was traveling last year.  During that time on the road I have some new thoughts and observations on life and the human condition so will try to start posting them again here and the https://travelinglifeshighways.com website.  I started posting these observations in 2006 on my Icewind’s Ramblings blog page and need to continue.

One day two frogs were hopping in and out of a watering hole and accidentally hopped in an extremely deep hole.  They tried to leap out, but to no avail, so they began to yell and croak until other frogs heard them and came to help.  The other frogs looked over into the hole and said the hole was too deep for them to help, but both frogs kept leaping up the sides of the hole.  The other frogs, leaning over the hole and waving their front legs, began to yell to the frogs to just give up and die and that there was no hope of them getting out of the hole, but both frogs kept leaping and trying to get out of the hole.  They leaped for hours and one of the frogs just gave up, he was so exhausted and died.

The other frog in the hole kept leaping, but the other frogs, leaning over the hole, kept yelling and waving their front legs for him to stop and give up, but the frog kept leaping trying to get out of the hole.  Finally the frog leaped so high that he was able to leap to the top of the hole and used his back legs to push himself up out of the hole.  The other frogs said even though we told you to give up, that there was no hope of you getting out of the hole, you kept leaping.  The frog that got out of the hole thanked the other frogs for egging him on - the other frogs didn't know that this frog was deaf.

Lesson: Sometimes you have to turn a "deaf ear" to what others tell you is impossible.

Ice