I have no problem with hotdogs – in fact, I like them alright in theory – but they’re not something I really crave on a regular basis. (Icelandic hotdogs are a whole other story, as we all know. 😉 ) Long story short, the idea of having brunch at Frank, a place known for its hotdogs and sausages, has never been something I’ve gravitated toward.
Last weekend, though, my roommates and I found ourselves in a quandary – we had optimistically headed down to 24 Diner at about 11am on a Sunday. Duh, of course this expedition was doomed to fail. There was a 45 minute wait and approximately 32098435 hungry people ahead of us. Bummer, y’all. Luckily my roomie Adelle called Frank, learned they had a minimal wait, and ushered us in that direction. I’m glad she did, because daaaang, this brunch completely trounced all my expectations.
And nary a hotdog in sight!
I went with one of my southern brunch standbys: shrimp and grits. This one did not disappoint, I got four huge prawns and a mountain of super cheesy gouda grits smothered in what the menu calls “red eye espresso gravy” (not sure what that is but it just tasted like a nice, spicy hollandaise-ish sauce?) and oh yeah, bacon crumbles. It was AWESOME, especially after a long night of holiday parties and cocktails.
Pro tip: always, always add an overeasy egg or two to your shrimp and grits. That runny yolk really brings it all together.
Rob got a brunch fit for a real hungry man – the Pig & Eggs. Chicken-fried wild boar with jackalope cream gravy, two eggs, and hash brown casserole. This was one insane hunk of meat.
Rob couldn’t even wait for me to take a pic before he started cutting in. I can’t blame him. I told him this breakfast was basically healthy for him, since wild boar is leaner than your usual pork. (Just ignore all that coating and deep frying… and the freakin’ casserole of hash browns… yeah.) It was so good though.
Adelle didn’t get a pic of her breakfast because she attempted to be actually healthy and got a fruit/yogurt/granola plate. We all know what that looks like, so I didn’t bother. 😛 We all shared a plate of sweet potato flapjacks for dessert though! These suckers were practically the size of our table.
I know that looks kinda plain, but they sure didn’t taste plain. Especially after we slathered them in butter and maple syrup.
Also great: the coffee! They had some $9 fancy coffee, but come on, I just wanted a hot drink with lots of caffeine, so I got a regular house cup o’ joe and called it a day. (Our super nice and funny server brought it to me in a giant mason jar and I made fun of him. I love mason jars as much as the next urban 20something but we’re getting a little ridic with it all!) Frank’s breakfast cocktail menu looked pretty good, but my body just wasn’t up for that action yet.
Behold: coffee and MASON JAR of water.
In sum: When you’re ready to eat a lot of really indulgent and satisfying brunch food on a Sunday morning and don’t want to wait around for a diner atmosphere, hit up FRANK! Lots of hip vibes, not a lot of hot dogs.