Fred 62 — Restaurant in Los Angeles

A tired state of hunger overwhelmed me. It was 10:02 pm on a Sunday night, everything was closed or was gross to the thought, BUT THEN Fred 62 came to mind. I had never gone to dine in, just always drove past. I looked to see if it was open and BOOM, like magic it was. I found parking nearby instantly, it was meant to be. I looked at the menu flustered, I was caught off guard by the multitude of vegan options, I appreciated it, but that night - I needed cheese. I ordered a grilled cheese with tomato soup ($13) and a side of Mac n Cheese ($8) which came with its own side pickle (surprised me). It was a quality pickle but I questioned its presence on my plate, still I was content with it. I took a bite of my grilled cheese and I could taste the Tillamook on it, a sip of my tomato soup splashed me with a rich creaminess that many tomato soups fail to accomplish. I dipped the grilled cheese into the tomato soup, and suddenly I was sent back to a time I had long forgotten; my childhood smiled back at me in a series of flashbacks powered by each bite of my meal. I looked down at my plate and the iconic duo were gone. All that remained was my Mac n Cheese, who had witnessed the horror of me devouring the main course. It was shockingly hot with every bite, and yet I ate it in quick successions. Only ever interrupted by the dreadful aura of J Cole music playing nonstop. The first 3 songs didn't disturb me, but by the 5th song his mere vocals were an invasion of my eating experience. To put out that sour taste, I ordered a chocolate cake with strawberry cheesecake filling. I don't know why I ordered it, I don't like strawberries - I wanted the carrot cake but the words didn't escape my mouth. There I sat beside a chocolate cake covered in strawberries. Finally I mustered the courage to eat what I was asked for. I was hugged by this warm feeling, not of the chocolate, but the strawberry. An underdog for sure, but it was the big winner of that night. The slice of cake was perfectly sized with my remaining appetite. The Server was a champ and I thank him for aiding my conquest in defeating my hunger. The seating comforted my larger body, but only by a barely passing grade. Overall I left happy, and with that I could...

As a marriage and family therapist I often use codes to write patient's diagnosis. Funny thing is f62.0 is the ICD10 code for complex post traumatic stress disorder (ptsd), which is exactly what experienced after dinning fred 62 (f62). I gave it two stars because the food was fair to mediocre good. The hamburger had a lot of flavor and the chipotle ketchup was very tasty; however, their homemade potato bun lacked flavor and was very dry. The seasoned fries were not amaxing either, but I have had worst. What got me about this place was the poor service. My wife and I sat for at least 10 minutes before even encountering a waitress. When the waitress finally showed up it was after taking the order of two different tables who showed up after my wife and I. The waitress seemed annoyed by my questions about menu items, such as, can I replace American cheese with pepper jack cheese or how many slices of bacon are on the bacon sandwich. After ordering our food we waited to be served and watched several others who ordered after us get served first. The waitress only checked in on my wife and I 3 times in an hour but catered to the table across from us regularly. Several times thr waitress walked by us as if we were not even there, she didn't even make eye contact or look our way. If I were to get her attention it was only when I flagged her down. I might seem critical but both my wife and I are business owners, my wife owns a successful bakery and I have a private practice and as business owners we are aware that each customer or patient deserves to be treated the same as others. Customers are the gasoline which keeps businesses running and miss treating one customer could have a chain reaction which leads to the loss of multiple customers or lost business opportunities. I hope that my experience was just a stroke of bad luck and their staff is generally more attentive to all customers. Unfortunately for them, I will never return or spend another dollar at this...

I used to eat out way more than I do now. 2020 gave all of us the opportunity to look at that practice and decide where we want to eat and how we want to be served. Since that time, individuals have been emboldened to show their opinion of the people that they are serving, and it's getting more and more obvious that those opinions are mostly negative. I'm not interested in being serviced by anyone who has a problem with me because of their opinion of how I am going to be while being served. Example, not every black person who comes into your restaurant is going to give you challenge or wants to be there for any other reason but to eat and leave or to enjoy the company of a friend while eating and then leave. Honestly, we're not that interested in your opinion about anything other than what's on the menu, so when people come out of the kitchen to stare at you, it's kind of obvious. And rarely missed by the person who is being scared at, by the way. And you're surprised that the person of color is not only paying but also tipping is never missed either. I used to live in that area, and it is definitely not the opinion of most folk who live there to be that way towards people. This is definitely a merchant issue. But my cure is to go to restaurants less. Enter primarily, only restaurants that I have gone to before. The exploration has gotten to be uncomfortable enough so that I will only be going to new restaurants with others after really good research. My comfort at spending $50+ 20% tip for breakfast with a dear friend was just exhausted. Why is the "ownership " attitude of some staff extended towards the issues of behavior of customers, but...