Jake and Jocco’s Riverside Inn
Books and Covers July 1, 1998
Books and Covers July 1, 1998
Cranford,
NJ is not a big place, but it must have a beer karma. Within a one quarter mile
area there are three outstanding places to get quality beers.
One
is the famous Antone’s Pub on South Ave [now the fabulous Kilkenny House], visited and approved by no less an
authority than Michael Jackson himself. Another, two blocks away and also on
South Ave., is The Office, part of a chain of six upscale beer bars. And the
third, Jake and Jocco’s Riverside Inn on North Ave., you might pass right by if
you’re big on external appearances.
Too
bad, because the place is a gem. This tiny local bar with a decor that wavers
between Nautical, Bavarian and New York Yankees is a throwback to another era
and has been a fixture in Cranford for decades. A former Model A Ford
dealership, the joint is situated hard by the Rahway River at a spot that used
to be a fording place for the Lenni Lenape Indians who resided there. Its
kitchen is so small you’ll brush the walls if you blink your eyes. And if
co-owner Jake (who’s big enough to have his own zip code) is in it, it’s a
wonder any food comes out at all.
But
the real wonder is the food that comes out the door. It’s
unusual for the PubScout to begin a review by talking about a pub’s vittles,
but that’s what you’ll be talking about after you visit. The food is a factor
of Big Jake’s (real name: Pete Jacobs) attitude toward his place, his customers
and his work. “I just wanna cook, man. I wanna feed the world for five bucks a
head, then go fishin’.”
And
he’s pretty true to his word. The PubScout fed a family of five far more than
we could eat, with outstanding appetizers and entrees (including Jake’s World
Famous, Fight-Through-Storms-To-Get-It Crab and Cheese Crock) and multiple
servings of drinks (at least three Boddington’s pints--on TAP!) for $46. The
food was nothing short of sensational in portions and quality.
“I
got whatever you want. If I can’t make it, I’ll run across the street and get
it,” says the burly Yankee fan who keeps a fishing pole behind the bar for
youngsters who may want to try their luck in the “mighty” Rahway River. He
makes a daily trek to select his own vegetables, not trusting the quality of
delivery services.
He
also prefers to deal with beer salesmen who have access to Yankee tickets and
who “understand his system.” Said system includes ten taps with a decent
selection of micros that always includes an IPA, something light, something
dark and some standard “canoe beers” (Bud-Miller-Coors) owing probably to
Jake’s proximity to the waterside.
The
micros available this night, a small but solid selection by anybody’s
standards, were a measure of Jake’s experience in the business. On tap were Widmer’s Hefeweizen, Guinness, Bass, Harp,
Sierra Nevada, Dundee’s Honey Brown, Beck’s
and--incredibly--Boddington’s.
Not many places can boast a Boddy on tap, and it must have been nitrogen
infused because it came with the classic bottom-filling creamy head and it was
cold and delicious.
Though
brother Jocco (Jeff Jacobs) was off this night, the place has a definite family
air to it. Mama Jacobs makes all the salads, Jocco makes “all the stuff you
can’t pronounce” and Jake makes the rest. Though neither brother ever planned
to open a bar as a career goal, that’s where they are. “This is the place you
come to before and after you go to the clubs,” said Big Jake, cutting food with
a huge butcher knife as he spoke and alternately gesturing at me with it. “Both
softball teams usually come here after their games. There’s always somebody you
know here,” said the knife-waver who puts real Tootsie pops on every kid’s
plate. Long time patron Paul Baruch (whose father was a patron) and his stunning
blonde companion, Arizonan Victoria Lambert confirmed Jake’s assessment.
The
PubScout’s better half, not a super-dedicated beer geek, bases her evaluation
of beer bars on pubgrub. “I can’t believe that quality and variety of food came
from one guy out of a kitchen that size,” she declared. “I’d come back here in
a minute.”
So
would the PubScout.
Just
for the Boddington’s.
©Kurt E. Epps 1998 All rights
reserved
Jake and Jocco’s Riverside Inn
56 North Ave. Cranford, NJ
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