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. How apropos.
     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 promise to do better the next time. So sit back (not too far, remember they're only stools), and enjoy yourself. If there is anything special you require, please ask ... within reason, of course.

Relax and Enjoy the GOOD TIMES, the GREAT PEOPLE and the GREAT FOOD!
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