Fricker's

Scene: First date.

My views on gentleman caller before date: hunky college football boy with a surprisingly high IQ and poor taste for date location.

Post-date views: caveman eating habits. caveman brain. caveman chauvinist mindset.

Okay, so what does this have to do with Fricker's as a restaurant? Well, when you think of your country bumpkin-style bars serving up greasy food from the movies, you're actually picturing Fricker's in Richmond, Indiana. I have nothing wrong with these type of establishments. I just found it quite "interesting" that, let's call him Mr.B, chose this for our first date. Wings are the name of the game at Fricker's. So, we each ordered a hefty pile. My slow eating habits couldn't seem to keep up with Mr.B's sauce-covered jowls. "You gonna eat that?" -gesturing to my few remaining wings (internally: are you f**king kidding me? Of course, I'm going to eat it. Back off hot caveman.) The combination of his eating habits and meathead ways (eating as if it was The Last Supper) and Fricker's dark/not-so-cozy/dirty? interior left me wondering, "what the hell are you doing here? why does the general female population think this guy shits gold?"

Sour. The flavor left in my mouth by not only my evening with Mr.B, but Fricker's dark bathrooms, grungy in a not-cute way feel and greasy plates of food.

We stopped here on our way home from Pennslyvania. I do not feel i made a bad choice but i am going to tell you how the 4 star experience gets knocked down to 2 stars.

when we first walked in the place smelled weird. not pleasant, but i can not tell you exactly what it smelled like. the lady at the hostess stand very nice told us to sit where ever we wanted. we ordered 2 sweet teas and a soda. the waitress placed my sweet tea in the middle of the table. I did not realize it was there and apparently someone the nephew knocked it over.  1 star lost for the smell and who puts a persons drink in the middle of the table.

Now what really gets my goat. My nephew ordered the chipotle boneless wings. He did not like them and we were told that we would be charged for another order of the wings. That always ticks me off because I work for a fast food giant and would not charge someone for not liking something.  I paid 69 cents for 1 ounce of ranch dressing for my chicken chunks.  the food otherwise was pretty good. the chicken soup tasted 60 % homemade. the fries were hot. The chipotle chicken chunks had more of a chipotle sauce than a chipotle bbq sauce that we are used to at our usual hauntss.

The service was ok. i just don't think i will be back.

The food = great. I've lived in this area most of my life and have never gone to Fricker's until just last night. I got the boneless wings and was very impressed. They were saucy, unlike the regular wings, but the sauce (Medium) was super tasty and the portion was just the right size. It seems a little pricey considering the atmosphere, but not extraordinarily so.

The service = Um. I know we were a large party (30-ish people from the local roller derby team), but I called the day before to give them the heads-up and we all came in at different intervals, giving them enough time to regroup. Regrouping was not in the cards for us, however. We had to ask for refills and silverware several times, and we had about four different servers, none of whom had communicated with each other.

They did, however, reserve the proper amount of tables for us, which was nice.

I'd go back, but I don't recommend this place for large parties at all.