We arrived early which is convenient as 10 minutes after we arrived the place was packed and people waiting out the door. We were greeted with a smile from our server asking what our drinks would be. They have everything from bloody marys, to negronis and margaritas to a carafe(!!) of mimosas. As it is a true brunch outing a mimosa was necessary- and delightful. As we examined the menu, we soon realized this was going to be harder than we ever imagined. Every. Thing. Looked. Amazing. Wants shrimp and grits? Got it. Chilaquiles? You bet. A massive tower of mashed potatoes with everything under the sun on top drenched in gravy? OF COURSE! Every other minute our choices changed from one amazing dish to the next. However, when our server returned, I knew what I had to eat. It being Southern, I of course order the biscuits and gravy. As soon as my eyes gazed upon the perfect plate I was in love. Perfect biscuit, not too hard or too flaky, drenched in country gravy. Topped with the perfect sunny-side-up egg and yummy fatty pork belly. It was like the perfect hug for my lonely belly. I gobbled it up like I was never to eat again. No regrets. In fact, everyone present sang praises of their meals. Not a single doggie bag was needed. Along with the fact that it was lively and full of happy customers, it is clear to see why The Press is an OKC staple. Satisfying Southern Sunday Staple.