Bill’s Crossroads Cafe

Restaurant has never disappointed. Have been here 4 Sundays in a row because we enjoy watching the game here. Every time I’ve been here with friends or anyone else I’ve always gotten the chili-​cheese fries they are a must. You can almost get anything with kuhns chili on it and it always seems to taste good. The booze always has a good price and food also is definitely reasonable. Although not the most beautiful place on the inside and out its definitely worth going here. Service is always great often with Eddie behind the bar. They have let us try foods before eating them and they’re always good. Also the ribs and chicken fingers are always super tasty. Great place to watch the game!

Probably not trendy, right next to tire shop. Have not eaten there so will not comment on food. In the «middle» of Fairfield and Bridgeport «hotpots» but right down the street from a Andros diner– one of my favorites. I will say this– Good owner, good people, good prices (for booze at least.) Sometimes, that’s all it comes down to :)

This place was walking distance from my place in Bridgeport. It took me 4 years to muster up enough courage to step inside but when I did, WOW… It was a friendly neighborhood bar and food spot complete with the guy who looks like your father over there playing pool and the fat Hungarian hitting on your girlfriend.
The good news is that drinks are very cheap– like 2 bucks beer and 3.50 jack. The ATM is soo old– it looks more like a rotary phone with a receipt dispenser that you bring to the bartender and then he takes ca$h out from the register.
The backyard is not unlike the most posh divebar in Brooklyn. Complete with mismatched chairs to sit in on and other chairs not to sit in because they are broken :(Also right next to a tire shop so if you dont like second hand smoke you may breathe in second rand vulcanized rubber– A sensation yet to be duplicated in NYC (as of 12÷18÷09)
There is always a lady crying about a boyfriend or baby daddy outside on the bench overlooking a most pristine oxbow of the Rooster River as it meanders along the BPT/​FFLD border into a cemetary where PT Barnum is burried… This place still has the showmans ghost– here it lingers in the form of common folk like myself who need to grab a drink and B.S. with people who dont really care but more importantly– will never remember.