Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The Pipe Creek Junction Cafe - Go There. Eat Catfish.

After searching since Christmas of 1983, I have found it.
It's only 300 miles from my home in Fort Worth; therefore I shall return.

I have found a Texas restaurant with good catfish. It's called the Pipe Creek Junction Cafe. (9878 Highway 16 South, Pipe Creek, TX 78063 830-535-6767)

As a Mississippian, I was spoiled from an early age. People there know how to catch (or raise), clean, fillet, cook, and serve catfish.
In Texas, I think they confuse catfish with ground beef. Or Armadillos.

Don't tell me about yer "Catfish and Company" in North Richland Hills. It's not even close. Hold those fillets up before they're battered, and I bet you could read a newspaper through them.
Don't bring up the old Bill Martin's places that used to be just outside Tarrant County, where I think they served Mud Cats in Hush Puppy batter.
And for the love of all things holy, don't suggest the industrialized, freeze-dried mess they bounce off the platters at Long John Silver's. I once took some LJS leftovers home to the dachshunds, and they ate the stuff. But they licked their rear ends for 30 minutes trying to get the taste out of their mouths.

The Pipe Creek Junction Cafe does catfish right. The batter isn't too thick and isn't over-spiced. The fillets are thick, and are composed of an actual 1/2 catfish. (Restaurants and wholesalers screw up when they try to slice these sections in half, giving some customers the false impression that they're eating more fish. Actually, it just doubles the batter and no one is fooled except Yankees and people from Dallas.)

The go-withs at Pipe Creek are good (although it's hard to screw up corn on the cob and a baked potato). The staff seems to be all high school kids, and they leave you alone and let you read in peace while you eat. Refills on the all-you-can-eat catfish arrived promptly.

I don't think anything I ate came from a can, or spent time in a microwave, or had time to dwell under a heat lamp.

Great stuff. I'll be eating here again on my way home. It's on Highway 16 between Helotes and Bandera. The quest for good Texas catfish is over !

Now I have to find someplace other than Red, Hot & Blues with decent pork barbeque.

Picture from this guy at Flickr

6 comments:

fembuttx said...

Now you are a food critic.

The Whited Sepulchre said...

Anybody who can explain why they prefer Kincaid's to McDonald's is a food critic.

vampE said...

I just read on your Facebook page that you are married to a Baptist Youth Minister. And you told me that Fembuttx is a Methodist Sunday School teacher. So I'm not sure I'll ever believe anything I ever read in blogs again. But I can refute your stand that Texas doesn't know sh#t about catfish. There's a shack north of Wichita Falls that has the best, but you have to know the backroads to get there. Good luck. Happy hunting.

fembuttx said...

Pretty scary huh Vampe?? When teaching Sunday school, I just quote the bible dude.

vampE said...

Which bible dude? There are so many!

Anonymous said...

i worked there if you only knew they served food dropped on the floor.the place not clean.the rolls were taken off customers plates that they did not eat and got re used for the next customers.that family is sick!!! they do not clean there dishes right.there kids hate working there for mom and dad.so they take it out on the people eating there.shrimp left in buckets on floors for hours.your crazy if you eat there.i quit because i was disgusted with how the owners truly were to there so called customers. i would watch the mom scratch her vagina and than make you a hamburger.mmmmm good ya right.bad place bad people!!! i believe in Carma. hope they get whats truly coming to them in the end!!!!