Okay. The last time I posted pictures from Frederick’s, I was chastised by the Thursday Doors Mafia because I took pictures of the inside of the Ladies’ Room but not the Gentlemen’s. So I rectified my oversight.
Frederick’s is in the old Donahue building.
Donahue Building
James and Cleon Donahue established Donahue’s Cafe on this site in 1936. Donahue’s Cafe included a bar and was popular for lunch and dinner. The restaurant, the bar next door, and the adjacent Sunshine Hatchery burned on November 15, 1948, ironically during Fire Prevention Week. The Donahue’s constructed a new building and re-opened the restaurant in two months. Mr. and Mrs. Donahue lived in a spacious apartment located on the second floor. In 1988, Jim Donahue, son of the original owners, expanded the dining room into the rear of the building. Mr. Donahue retired in 2000 and sold the building to Larry W. Bennett LLC. Various restaurants located here until Frederick’s Cafe found a permanent home at this location when it moved from Elm Street in 2013.
This has been part of Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors link-up (kinda sorta). Visit Norm’s site, see his perty pickchurs, click on the blue frog linky and enter a world of doors.
A WRITING PROMPT BASED ON MY POST: A character uses an “inappropriate” restroom. Why? What happens?
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December 28, 2017 at 10:02amLooks like a nice place to visit! And I think you said the food was good. Kepp up the good work! More stories.
Marian Allen
December 28, 2017 at 11:05amThe home fries and biscuits and gravy are good. The chicken sandwich is good. The eggs are so-so and the ham is what my late MIL used to call “blowed in a bag” ham. Yuck!
Kat French
December 28, 2017 at 11:45amI have a true story about someone using the wrong restroom.
Lo these many years ago, when C and I lived in Japan, we went to the food court at Yokota Air Base. Being pregnant, I found myself in need of the facilities pretty quickly, and left C at the table to “take care of business” as it were.
As I exited the stall, the door to the women’s restroom opened, and my husband strolled through, having mistaken the ladies restroom for the men’s.
From this point, you could basically READ the thought balloons over his head.
“Oh, hey it’s Kat.” (smile of recognition).
“Wait. Why is my wife in the men’s restroom?” (puzzled frown).
“THIS IS NOT THE MEN’S RESTROOM.” (wide-eyed horror).
At which point, he turned and fled the scene.
Marian Allen
December 28, 2017 at 11:51amGreat story! When I was in NYC once, I was standing in line for the Women’s room at the Carnegie Deli, and a waiter looked at me like I was crazy. “The Men’s is empty — use that!” Because, you know, NEW YORK.
ROY A ACKERMAN, PhD, EA
December 28, 2017 at 12:46pmSo, I, too, was just in New York. At a kosher restaurant, where the women’s room was indisposed (kind of semi-permanently, since someone stuffed up the toilet). And, I volunteered to let a young(er) woman use the men’s room while I waited outside. She simply refused. Her loss (literally), not mine.
Marian Allen
December 28, 2017 at 1:37pmSilly woman! I would have thanked you, and would have left the terlit seat up as a courtesy.
Dan Antion
December 28, 2017 at 12:28pmSo, you walked into the men’s room with a camera?
Marian Allen
December 28, 2017 at 1:34pmI did. Actually, as you can see from the angle, I more LEANED into it than walked.
Roy A Ackerman, PhD, EA
December 28, 2017 at 12:44pmBut, you forgot the door!!!!
Marian Allen
December 28, 2017 at 1:36pmEr, um, I got the door last time. Yeah.