It’s a strikingly beautiful piece of architecture for such a tiny spot on the river. Riegelsville itself is only a few blocks in either direction, and there is — as far as we could tell — nothing on the New Jersey side for several miles.
Speaking of wildlife, every available polygon within the latticework of the bridge was occupied by a member of the arachnid family. Sometimes by several, stacked as though in a horizontal apartment complex.
Not that we would want to buy real estate there or anything. After dinner, one of the townies — leaning out the passenger side window of a pickup truck — called out something, um, flirtatious to LF. She muttered under her breath, “I’m old enough to be your grandmother!”
As for the decor, I’d comment on it but the joke would be on me; There is no decor. Leave it at that.
The restaurant on the other hand was very nice. You could sit in the indoor dining room near the huge hearth (maybe in the winter, not so much in July), out on the front porch looking over the river, or in back:
Which is what we opted for. The frogs were croaking loudly in the canal below, torches and candles were blazing. The food was tasty, varied and fairly priced, and the staff was lovely.
It’s highly unlikely I’d opt to stay there again, but I’d definitely visit the restaurant.
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