I VENTURED TO NORTHPORT along M-22 in late May with my partner, Nancy, where we thoroughly enjoyed a beautiful spring outing. An early dinner at Fischer’s Happy Hour Tavern was in the cards. What a treat. It was to be Nancy's introduction to the iconic spot, whereas it had been ten years since I had last visited the restaurant and tavern. It is now in the hands of third-generation family members.
Veering off M-22, I took the middle roads through the Leelanau Peninsula enjoying the orchards, vineyards, and farms and the many turns the peninsula's roads offer. What a blast. Through good fortune, which often can be elusive on my road adventures, I ended 1/10th of a mile south of the restaurant. I was amazed at my boy scout-like bearings as I could not admit to Nancy that I was thinking I was quite lost.
I recall visiting there in the early 1970s with classmates from Albion when I was living the summer on Radio Hill in TC. I thought it was the best hamburger I had ever eaten. It probably still is, but beef has exited my diet for whatever reason. At the time, I recall enjoying a few Pabst Blue Ribbon beers at the bar joining a cheeseburger and fries. All this for under $5.
Moving forward fifty years, Nancy and I settled on splitting their 4-piece chicken basket after thoroughly enjoying an appetizer of bacon-wrapped fresh asparagus and a cup of cream of asparagus soup. The chicken was sumptuous and hot and very reasonably priced.
It was absolutely great to be back at Fischer's. Thank you, kids!
You still had PBR!