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| - I'd like to be clear regarding the fact that this is a review of a hot dog based fast food restaurant, so take it with a grain of sodium, an acceptable level of animal feces, hair, and dermis, and whatever managed to stick to the pig as they were plunging it screaming into the merciless teeth of a meat grinder. Hot dogs taste good to us for some reason. It defies logic. I've pondered the nature of hot dogs in western cuisine, and have found that it's the same as gazing into Nietzche's abyss. The hot dog will gaze back at you.
These hot dogs, like so many before them taste exactly like hot dogs. There will be no surprises there. But somehow the communication pipeline broke down when my group ordered more than one hot dog to split between the three of us. I enjoy a little bit of sass with my hot dogs, but I would still like to have my two hot dogs please. Somehow, even though I wanted ketchup and mustard, I had to keep saying it until it became a mantra. So, the service was a little rough, but I really wasn't expecting the white gloves.
Nor was I expecting the intense battle that was raged between the spirit of that brave pig, and my body. Ghost pig eventually won his battle with my dignity. I'll spare you the details.
Long story short, I feel like maybe this place needs to have some health related upgrades.
So in short, Frankie's is good for hot dogs, but possibly bad for your insides.
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