Since the book launch was announced, we have received so many wonderful stories and memories about the Red Apple Rest. We would love to include your story as well.
Please submit your favorite memories below. (Please scroll down to read stories!)
We may put your story on the website, or share it in an upcoming speaking engagement!
“It was about 60 years ago, and I was hitching from Brooklyn to Monticello in search of a summer job at one of the hotels.
Although I was only 17 years old, I was tall and looked older and considered myself a man of the world. Looking back, it was actually a case of juvenile ignorance and bravado… Anyway, I ended up at the Red Apple Rest.
Since I had spent all my money on breakfast at a diner that morning, I merely sat on one of the benches and watched people coming and going with their food. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Want something to eat?” a man said, and before I could say anything, he handed me two dollars. I remember to this day sitting there in total surprise, looking at the money he had stuffed into my hand.
“Gay essen” — go eat, he said, and walked away. When I went to the counter to buy a hot dog I asked who that man was, and I was told, “THAT’S the owner.”
“You know, I’ll be 75 in November, and I still remember that man, who was kind to me that day.” — Stephen Flatow (“Stop at the Red Apple,” Jewish Standard, 9/12/14)
Can the Checks: After 1960, guests paid before sitting down to eat, eliminating the need for checks
One of Mobil’s top-producing gas stations in New York State, and what a bargain