Tag Archives: Frank

Frank in Memphis

Gus' Fried Chicken...hmmm

 

Ribs at Blues City Cafe

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Triple-cheese, triple sausage, triple-beef at Dyers

Good thing Frank works out.

 

Frank on the town

Sharp and I took our rings out for a beer and some chips last week and I forgot to post.   I think you can tell from the superb collection of surfaces on display precisely what kind of Atlanta haunts I frequent.

mawnch, mawnch, mawnch

Frank is the name of my skull.  I’m going to make sure Frank gets out more.