You may be wondering how Fricker's came to
be. It all started many years ago when Ma Frick gave
birth to the bouncy baby boys, known then only as
Brothers Frick. Many years passed and the boys decided
to give themselves first names to avoid further confusion.
And then, there they were out in the real world with
only full names to support themselves.
The elder brother, fresh out of
college, took a stab at eaching. (We think he was
asked to leave, but he's not talking.) After a couple
of years, he ended up as a saloon operator in Toledo.
The younger brother had stars in
his eyes since birth. After being fitted for contacts,
this problem was solved. He wanted to be near the
high seas, the smell of the ocean and the taste of
the palm trees (better with ketchup, he discovered)
which developed his furor for cooking. To support
his habit of cooking, he cut people's lawns for a
living (a son every mother would be proud of).
So here's what we have so far. The
one loves the night life for no apparent reason. The
other cooks and cuts grass (the front yard variety).
What to do with these collective and possibly useful
talents? Open a bar/restaurant. Wow! What an riginal
concept. So on a spring day in 1985, the brothers
met on middle ground in Dayton, Ohio, of all places,
the booming metropolis of the Mid-West, and started
drawing pictures of what a Fricker's should look like.
Changes were made, countless numbers of them. Then
a building was found, a unique place that needed a
lot of work--Perfect. So, it began. First, the young
workers started removing all unnecessary walls, etc.
You know the stuff you don't need. Then, the brothers
arrived, as usual, making as many changes as possible.
The younger brother, recalling how to work, decided
to try his hand. He's the one with the bad back. "It
takes six steps," he says, "but once I'm
erect, I'm okay."
Fire up the coffee pot, here comes
the elder (your car runs on gas, this brother runs
on coffee). Things started to shape up despite us.
We sat back and admired our handy work. With good
food (in our opinion), casual atmosphere, and outrageous
employees (why they're here we're not sure), we knew
you would love it. The brothers are proud of what
they have accomplished. Who would have ever thought
you could build an entire business around chicken
wings? Like they say, "Anything is possible
in America." At any rate, what you see around
you is the best we could do on short notice. We
to do better the next time. So sit back (not too
remember they're only stools), and enjoy yourself.
If there is anything special you require, please
... within reason, of course.