Without a doubt the best tasting pizza I've ever eaten. This is the only place I've ever been shut-out of because they'd already taken a night's full of orders by 7PM! I could very well live off their pies. I have lived all over the United States, and currently reside in Seattle, but Frank's has never been topped by anyone. No, this is not my hometown pizza joint. Heck, it wasn't even my local place in college. I've always had to drive at least thirty minutes for Franks, and it has always been worth it.
Once, they were temporarily unable to procure their normal brand of pepperoni. They were up-front about it, saying that they couldn't get it, but that they'd found another variety which was close. They even told me that if I was completely dissatisfied, they'd make it right. I told them I trusted them, and I wasn't disappointed.
Frank's does one brilliant thing I've really never seen before at any pizza restaurant: Most toppings go on fresh after baking. Pepperonis are nice and soft, and flavorful, without being browned, curled into a little grease cup, or crisped into a blackened charcoal-tasting nastiness. It's just amazing.
The last time I went in, I noticed someone was missing. I learned that Frank Aloe, the namesake of the best pizza place in the country, had passed away in May of 2010 at the age of 82. I'm sure he's sorely missed by his family of pizza makers (three generations of them work nightly in the restaurant,) but I'll also miss him. He crafted a masterpiece, and I consider myself lucky to have known him and his pizza.