So on Boyk's theory that any woman named Wilma can cook for him, Boyk, his friend Max and I headed out to Wilma's on 6037 San Pablo Ave.
The menu was real simple, and we knew that we wanted to get catfish, since it was in the name, so Boyk and I settled on the catfish sandwiches, and Max opted for the catfish dinner. Each are essentially the same, as it turned out, but the dinner is slightly larger (eight instead of six pieces) -- and $10 instead of $8. The catfish bits are about 1.5 inches long and served over a bed of fries (we asked for them to be crispy, but they weren't) or potato salad, or beans and rice if you get the dinner. The fries weren't anything to write home about, but the catfish was pretty tasty. They were done in a light cornmeal batter and were pretty good, but again, not super amazing. Both the sandwich, which isn't a sandwich, and the dinner come with a couple slices of packaged soft brown bread to make yourself a sandwich with. The hot sauce (unknown if they make it in-house), one of three condiments availible (tartar sauce and ketchup being the others), was pretty good - like Cholula, but waterier.
The place did have a nice atmosphere, (although we were the only ones there at the time, yesterday around 2 pm), improved by a table-version of Ms. Pac-Man, which made for great entertainment as we waited for our food.
The waitress was a friendly lady named Sophie, who told us that "Miss Wilma" (from Louisiana) ran the kitchen.
All in all, pretty tasty. I think we'd go back.
Wilma's Catfish Kitchen
6037 San Pablo Ave.
PS: A full write-up on the turducken will come within the next 48 hrs.