Mary M.
Yelp
Whenever anyone asks me why I love Pedrin's, I always say, "Because they know how to work an honest fryolator." They do. Their fried goodies are as good as I've had anywhere. If, like me, you try to keep your fried food indulgences to an occasional treat, you really should treat yourself to the product of the fryolator as it's done at a place like Pedrin's.
But the real reason I love Pedrin's is memory. Eating at Pedrin's is, for me, a quintessential summer experience. In New England, summers are short, and maybe that's why we cherish those things that we can only do during those few months. Eating at Pedrin's means sitting on the tailgate, changing my hiking boots out for Tevas, bringing dirt and mosquito bites and an honest hunger after a day on the trails of Greylock. It means little kids jumping up and down as they wait for their order, adults spotting friends and socializing, as much at ease as if they were on their own patio. It's the sound of the loudspeaker saying "Order for Bill" across the parking lot, the long summer evening light, the hills so green you feel like they hold all life in them. It's another year, and here we are, at a place that means summer.
tl;dr:yeah, the food's good. But it's not the only reason to go. Pedrin's is the sort of place from which happy memories are made.