OKLAHOMA CITY — Assorted thoughts. The professionals among the conferees and the speakers all were pessimistic about the future of the newspaper business. It was just a matter of degree. The most hopeful see journalism shifting mostly to the Internet with a minority paper presence. The dourest — and they actually were in a position to know and not just reflecting on Romenesko like I do — were sure the Internet would change or subvert or kill real reporting. One said he hoped to hit retirement age before that happens.
I was due at work at 5 p.m. so My Beloved and I took in a great brunch early. Fayetteville was four hours’ drive, either through Tulsa or past Sallisaw. MB suggested phoning the Oklahoma City Museum of Art Cafe. Somehow I got connected to a line cook. He wasn’t sure if reservations would be needed but when he described the special and his internal debate about whether the lobster omelet with Serrano peppers also would need salsa — well, he sold me there.
The museum also was downtown, with its building named for Don Reynolds, is handsome and apparently has a strong, diverse but modest collection. But being Sunday it opened at 1, and we would be on our way east. The omelet was fine (though our first and never-to-be-topped lobster omelet was served at the Maine Diner nine months ago), and the restaurant was sunny, busy, and not too big. When eating trafe, do it right. Continue reading