Fried okra, chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes with gravy, and you got yourself one of the best meals of all time.
Dickey's was a godsend. Here in WV their idea of barbecue is, well, terrible. Pork is the only option typically, and it is always sweet barbecue sauce, like they never heard of hickory before. So Dickey's opens up, and I go there to try it out, and I know five seconds after walking in it is going to be good, like barbecue was back home in Oklahoma. Talked to the owner, (and the boy talked to the owners daughter, high five little man) and he said they won't even let you open a restaurant unless you go stay with them in Texas for a week to learn how to make proper barbecue. Now, being from Oklahoma, I am pretty certain that Texas is an abomination and a slight against god, but I will admit they know how to cook, and they at least know how to barbecue some frickin brisket.