Wine Country Traveler: Fremont Diner

 Babe's Burgers and Franks, it was called when I first noticed this place. But it never did the kind of business or received the widespread recognition then as it does now as the Fremont Diner. And the crowds just seem to keep getting bigger.


Mac and Cheese

I photographed the old drive-in building not long after Babe's had closed and it was sitting vacant. When we moved to the area, I noticed it had reopened as the Fremont Diner, and made a mental note that I ought to stop there sometime. Then my mother asked me about some wine country eateries she had read about in Sunset Magazine that were supposedly where the locals eat, and Fremont Diner was one of them. That old drive-in in Sunset?


Babe's Burgers and Franks

 Once we first gave it a try, we were hooked. My wife and I go there frequently and have witnessed their increasing popularity expansion. They make use of a large outdoor area, covered in a big plastic tent in winter, to accommodate more guests. It's no longer order at the counter and seat yourself, but full table service. And just recently they started serving dinner 4 nights per week (Thursday-Sunday).

Long before it was Babe's Burgers and Franks, although I don't yet know exactly how long, this joint was Dave's Drive-In. There's an old sign in a private area in the back for Dave's that I caught glimpse of. When asked about it, the proprietor, Chad Harris, told me that Dave's widow still lives next door to the place, and rents out the restaurant and the adjoining 34 acres of land to him.



In addition to the old Dave's Drive-In sign, there's a spectacular old Broadway Hardware neon sign mounted on a shed in back of the restaurant, presumably from Sonoma (Highway 12 enters Sonoma on Broadway), and assorted other vintage and quirky pieces throughout the building and property, contributing to the folksy character of the place. The most prominent of these is the old truck always parked in front, which recently got a touch up faux paint job.


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But it's definitely the food that makes this place such a draw. You can get burgers, fries, and shakes at the diner, but the main appeal is the Southern comfort food, with a little bit of California thrown in now in then, like huevos rancheros to go with chicken fried steak and biscuits and gravy. Not everything is fantastic--the fried chicken "so spicy it will set a cheatin' man straight" did not bring any heat at all, and I find the mac and cheese too salty. But enough of it really is fantastic. I particularly relish the ham biscuit and the collard greens.


Catfish and Hush Puppies

Two Old Motels on an Abandoned Alignment of Route 66

(This is not about NorCal. But I thought the story was too good to be left untold.)

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After a decade of exploring old highway routes in California, for the first time I got to drive the famous highway of song and television, Route 66, this last September while I was in Missouri on my wife Elizabeth's business trip. The highlight of this was stumbling onto Vernelle's Motel and John's Modern Cabins. This little episode was everything I could have hoped for as an old highway historian and vintage neon sign photographer.

We had a day of travel from Branson to St. Louis with our baby in a rental Rav-4. I knew that on I-44 between Springfield and St. Louis we would be roughly following long-decommissioned Route 66, and hoped we might a couple of times be able to get off the freeway and take the business route (usually what was the main highway route through a place before being bypassed by the freeway) through some towns and  make a quick stop or two for me to take photos.

But we started out seeing far more of old 66 than I expected, partly because I downloaded a Route 66 iPhone app that made it easy to follow the old alignment, even between towns, but mostly because Elizabeth was as enthusiastic about traveling down Route 66 as I was, rather than just tolerating it for my sake.

Even though we were both having a lot of fun, we soon realized we had to curtail the historical interest portion of our journey. It was just taking more time than we had to spare. The baby wasn't going to stay asleep forever, and we didn't want her to spend too much of her awake time confined to her car seat.

We made one last turn off of I-44 to see a little of old Route 66 with the baby already awake at exit 176 for Sugar Tree Road. But rather than continue to follow the old Route 66 alignment on back roads until the next I-44 junction, as we had been doing, I suggested we instead backtrack a short distance to see two motels listed on the iPhone app, and then just get back on the freeway and skip altogether the next long portion of 66 (which didn't have any point of interest markers on the map). One reason for my suggestion was that one of the motels was called John's Modern, and with "modern" in the name, I could well imagine an exciting and extremely photogenic neon sign standing before the old motel.

We spotted the sign for the other motel, Vernelle's, not along the road we were driving, as expected, but, it looked to me, like across a large swathe of grass where there had once been a freeway. That turned out be be exactly the case--Route 66 had been expanded from its original two lanes to four lanes, whether it was freeway or expressway (divided highway, but without the exit and entrance ramps of a freeway), there in 1957 and the property line for Vernelle's Motel had been moved. Interstate 44 replaced the Route 66 designation in 1967 and by then the road was definitely a freeway, but I-44 was later moved to a straighter alignment that bypassed the old route and its curves entirely after 2000. Most of the old Route 66/I-44 pavement was removed, although I did spot a section of it to the east when we made our way back to current I-44. You can see all of this on the map below, only the portion Google is labeling "Historic U.S. 66" is the new freeway, and not the bypassed historic U.S. 66.

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We pulled up to the motel so I could quickly pop out and photograph the sign, only to find one of the friendly owners sitting outside, Brenda.She brought out her husband Ed to talk with us, and it turned into a more leisurely visit.

Ed's mother was the Vernelle, from whom the motel got its name. Hearing of my interest in Route 66, Ed went inside and got an extra copy of Route 66 Advertiser from 2007 with an article on the motel in it to give me. Brenda soon found occasion to make a quick trip inside to get something to show me as well--a Route 66 purse that had a similar print to the Route 66 shirt I was wearing, purchased in Branson the day before.

Ed told us some of the history of the place, but I don't recall the details. According to this site, however, the original 1930s business was Gasser Tourist Court, and it only became Vernelle's when Ed's family acquired it in the 1950s. Its survival to this day seems quite improbable, as obscurely situated as it is now. Highway planners seem to have really had it in for Vernelle's over the years.

Before we left, Brenda told us of a restaurant on the road ahead with good home-style food, and Ed told us we should check out John's Modern Cabins, and explained how to get there. We were right next to it, as it turns out--in easy walking distance. But we couldn't just drive down the old frontage road, as it no longer goes though. Instead, we had to go back across the former freeway, take Arlington Outer Road over, recross the vanished freeway, and arrive on the old frontage road just yards way from where we had left it.

John's Modern Cabins--modern? I don't know, maybe they had electricity, and that made them modern. What was left of them certainly seemed rustic enough, even for the 1950s.

There wasn't much left of them, I'm afraid, but they made quite a spectacular ruin.  There are many photos online by other visitors to the site over the 40+ years since the buildings have been abandoned, and they appear to have held up quite well until recently. Photos from just a handful of years ago show most of the buildings standing with intact roofs, but we didn't see any that way.

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What surprised me was that after 40 years I saw no evidence of graffiti, or fires, or wanton destruction. I know many people have visited the place from all of those photos online, and they have left some clear signs of being there--a series of Burma Shave-style signs telling visitors to photograph the soon-to-be-gone ruins, and a Route 66 sign stenciled onto the road. But the vast majority of visitors seem to have been respectful and appreciative of this fading bit of roadside history. I'm quite thankful for that.



The motel itself is older than the "John's Modern Cabins" neon sign, having been founded as Bill and Bess's Place in 1931, according to Wikipedia. John Dausch was the John of John's Modern Cabins, which is what the tourist court was renamed when he bought it in 1951. I wonder what he would make of the Wikipedia article on his old stomping ground. "Sunday John," Ed told us (and Wikipedia confirms), they used to call him, because of his willingness to sell beer on that day, which was prohibited in Phelps County.

But a story that didn't make Wikipedia is when John, in his declining years, stopped by Vernelle's Motel in his pick-up truck and told Ed he was going into town and asked if Ed would like him to pick up anything. Ed said he looked inside the truck and saw that John had on polka dot boxer shorts, but no pants. Upon having this pointed out to him, John commented that it was a darn good thing he had stopped by to see Ed before going into town.

I imagine it's a true story. Although if I found myself sitting about an 80-year old motel on a tiny fragment of remaining highway completely bypassed by all through traffic, I might just spin a yarn or two to tell the rare visitor who wandered in.


See some of my other Route 66 photo here.