Hidden along the calming waters of the Delaware, is a tiny one room restaurant called Fred’s. The owners named it after their dog. You can’t eat there unless you’re a member, which sounds really hoity-toity, but it’s not. You walk in and feel like family. Adorning all the walls are pictures of Fred and all kinds of quirky knick knacks and memorabilia. Near the entrance, they have a shirt hanging that reads, “Occupy Fred’s,” which is just plain hilarious.
My parents and I meandered there this morning, eager to discover why our neighbors were so enthralled. We sat at on stools at the counter because there’s nowhere else to sit. It’s a single, rectangular breakfast bar, and the whole kitchen and wait staff, are enclosed in the center. I’ve seen open kitchens, but this was kooky and warmly familial.
Coffee is always free and you help yourself to a fat mug right when you walk in. At first glance, the menu doesn’t look all that special, but it’s crafted with love. The French toast was homemade cinnamon raisin bread, cut to order. My pork roll was extra thick and tasted really amazing, but I can’t pinpoint why. They even have their own apple butter and raspberry jam next to all the regular condiments. It’s just so fun!
My legs dangling off a big bar stool, looking out over the Delaware River, it was nice to spend some time with my parents before I leave in three days. I must confess they had to twist my arm a bit, but I’m glad I came. Good memories are made when you least expect it, even if you’re just sipping free coffee out of an oversized mug.
