In my travels around New Jersey, there are many times I pass a notable place and think, “One day I need to stop there.” This usually occurs on long trips in which said place pops up at the start of our journey, and I think of how nice it would be to stop, but don’t. It then becomes a lingering afterthought which slowly disappears as the trip continues.
Red Barn Café is a spot Hubby and I have passed dozens of times on our way to the beach. Similar to a cute little country décor spot we also used to pass, I would think to myself, “Oh how cute! One day I’d like to go there,” but secretly knew that one day would not happen so long as my trips along the highway were made with the intention of going to the beach*.
*Anyone else get too focused on where they are going to allow detours along the way? I’m working on this.
Around my birthday, Hubby and I were headed for a day split between Cape May and Wildwood. We had gotten a late start, but were still in need of a bite of breakfast before it too quickly became lunchtime*.
*Because, remember, breakfast is the best meal of the day. (LINK)
Red Barn Café was the light at the end of my frantic breakfast search tunnel. It is on a particular stretch of Route 206 which I love. Open farm lands and beautiful homes, I always want to pull over to the side of the road and admire the view.
Pies are the main attraction, but their outdoor signs boasted of breakfast, too.
I immediately fell in love with the design of their café, the antique farm décor, and the open spaces for ‘indoor’ seating and outdoor.
When we came to the service window, half a dozen beautifully latticed pies peeked at us, tempting us to purchase one, despite the planned beach day ahead of us. Quite possibly the fact that they were cash only* kept me from buying several of the muffins that were also in the window.
*They also took checks and Venmo!
Instead, I remained strong and we ordered what we came for—breakfast. I had their spinach and feta quiche with fresh, deliciously sweet, Jersey tomatoes, and Lance had their peach pancakes.
The two ladies working were incredibly attentive and kind to us. We sat outside enjoying the abundance of plant life on their patio.
Not only were our breakfasts delicious, but they were quite large portions. My quiche was sized about a quarter of a pie plate and Lance’s pancake stack was certainly not short. We were particularly excited to try peach in pancakes as this is not ordinarily seen—and it did not disappoint!
I plan to one day go back for pie. Even if I must make a trip specifically there, with no intention of going to the beach*, it will be done. When a pie looks that good, it must be tried.
*But somehow, I think I might manage to combine the two.
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