Oddfellows anchors the Bishop Arts District with the kind of all-day energy that makes you linger: clatter from the open kitchen, the hiss of the espresso machine, sunlight sliding across tabletops, and plates that lean comfort-first without getting lazy. It’s the rare spot where brunch isn’t a weekend event but a daily rhythm, lunch actually feels like a break, and dinner settles in with a little neighborhood swagger. The food is straightforward, made with care, and plated to be eaten—not fussed over.
Brunch here is the headline act and it runs every day. Think crisp, well-seasoned fried chicken riding tall on waffles with maple butter; benedicts with a proper lemony hollandaise and eggs poached just soft enough to glaze everything on the plate; pancakes with a tender crumb and edges that actually caramelize; and a biscuit situation that means business—split, buttered, and stacked with eggs, bacon, or sausage. If you’re steering lighter, there’s avocado toast that doesn’t skimp on the greens, bright salads with sharp vinaigrettes, and bowls with grains, veg, and a yolk for good measure. Grits are creamy, potatoes come out hot and crisp, and the bacon tastes like someone paid attention.
And we would be remiss if we didn’t say it: house made duck bacon. And the bread pudding French toast is insane.
Lunch shifts the pace without losing the comfort. Burgers are juicy and properly seasoned, the kind you can finish and still feel human, with fries that arrive golden and hot. Sandwiches lean classic—think fried chicken with a tangy slaw, a BLT that actually tastes like tomatoes, and a grilled cheese that melts the way it should. There are salads built to be meals (add a protein and you’re done) and a couple of rotating plates—maybe a roasted vegetable bowl or a pasta special—that keep regulars from getting bored. Everything eats well on a 45-minute clock, but nothing feels rushed.
Dinner brings a little more depth. You’ll see the kitchen reach for richer sauces, longer roasts, and a touch more char. A roast chicken with pan jus and buttery mash hits that sweet spot between rustic and polished. Shrimp and grits pack smoke and heat without drowning the corn. Steak frites stays classic—hot, salty, and satisfying—while a seasonal fish might land with lemon, herbs, and something green that actually tastes fresh. Vegetarians aren’t sidelined: roasted vegetables with texture, pastas that rely on flavor instead of heavy cream, and grain dishes that don’t feel like homework.
The drinks program handles both ends of the day with equal respect. On the boozy side, brunch brings bright mimosas, fresh-built Bloody Marys, and spritzes that won’t bulldoze your eggs. Evenings lean classic—an easy-drinking old fashioned, a gin cocktail with citrus and herbs, maybe a mezcal number if you want smoke—alongside local beers on draft and a short, friendly wine list that pairs cleanly with the menu. Nothing feels like a chemistry set; everything lands where it should.
Coffee is where Oddfellows flexes quietly. Espresso shots pull with proper crema and a nutty finish, milk is steamed for texture not foam art competitions and pour-overs let single-origin beans show off without getting precious. Cold brew drinks clean, not bitter; seasonal lattes lean flavorful instead of syrupy; and drip is the workhorse—hot, strong, and refilled. If you’re here to camp with a laptop, you won’t be side-eyed; if you need a cup to go with your pancakes, it’s already on the way. And the coffee goes best with the NOLA-style beignets.
In short, Oddfellows does the neighborhood-favorite thing the right way: daily brunch that actually earns the line, lunches that reset your afternoon, dinners that feel like a treat without turning into an “occasion,” and drinks—coffee to cocktails—that meet the moment. Go when you’re hungry, go when you’re tired, go when you just want to feel taken care of.
