Meet Quincy Wallace, age 47, a Fort Worth and Fred’s native.įrom the head up, you could mistake him for Teddy Roosevelt, with the pronounced mustache out of the lawless Wild West, with a cowboy hat seemingly permanently affixed to his head. And Terry needed a dishwasher on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday nights.” “I owned a head shop and was broke and needed beer money. Quincy’s hopes and dreams when he took a job at Fred’s, not quite 25 years ago, was far simpler but not uncommon for a guy who was then in his 20s with a wolfish appetite for a good time. For some, it was to earn money to pay the bills, put a roof over a family’s head, or eat.
Since the unfortunate advent of the five-day workweek, people have gotten out of bed in the morning, washed their face, brushed their teeth, and headed out for a job with some kind of ambition. Fred’s, which has earned prestige for its unconventionality, is among the few places it could have happened. How he scaled to the mountaintop of the Fred’s institution is a story all its own.
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Twelve years after that diagnosis, Quincy is leading a full life - let’s call it his best life - fully mobile and functioning, and, yes, the CEO of Fred’s Texas Café, which he is leading into a new era of a glorious Fred’s history in Fort Worth. It all started like a “hangover that wouldn’t go away,” he recalls.
Pondering a future with a multiple sclerosis diagnosis, no feeling on his left side, and an inability to walk were not only life changing but a gut puncher. As it concerns life-changing events, taking over Fred’s Texas Café as CEO or even moving from the sacred ground of the original location are down Quincy Wallace’s list of those kinds of big things.
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