George Washington Slept Here, or Across the Way

The Black Horse Pub

Whatever it is that attracts my soul to historic pubs is a mystery to me. Maybe it's because I perform as a re-enactor. Maybe it's because I'm related to Thomas Jefferson, or--tangentially, at least--to his daughter, Maria, as my ancestors were her slaves.

But a sense of history descended upon me in--of all places--the parking lot of the Black Horse Restaurant. I parked the Blue Eagle between the tavern (where Washington supposedly stayed and which dates to 1742) and the recently raised "Pub" which was clearly a barn before it was established as a pub thirty years ago.

The Pub is in a positively cavernous, welcoming and light-filled room (at least around 2 PM). Dominated by an inverted Tree of Liberty festooned with American flags, the Pub is not shy about advocating its heritage and links to America's gestational period. To the left, upon entering is a bar surrounded by more intimate booths and tables, and to the right is a proper dining room dominated by a massive hearth.

Affable and accommodating Manager Adam, who is responsible for the beers on tap, welcomed me warmly, and was most helpful in providing historical data regarding the premises.

The Tree of Liberty

The tap beers were not numerous, but their quality spoke volumes about Adam's commitment: Dale's Pale Ale, SA Octoberfest, Guinness, Dogfish Head 60-Minute, Yuengling and Blue Moon. There are even more in bottles as the link above will show.

I ordered a medium-rare Classic Pub Burger with Swiss Cheese, Lettuce, Tomato and Onion. It came out cooked to perfection, was delicious and matched up perfectly with my SA O-Fest.

Again, I got to chatting with the staff--barman Javier and server Doug--and learned that yet another historic pub has a connection or two to the paranormal, perhaps explaining the attraction I had in the parking lot.

The Black Horse Pub is no fast-food joint, so don't expect bargain-basement prices. Still my entire tab with tip was under $20, so it's a great place to stop for a bite when you're in Chris Christie's hometown.

And though George Washington may have slept here (or over there), I'm pretty confident the Gov has eaten and quaffed here. 

So should you.

Cheers!
The PubScout