Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Back in 1987 Bob Camp,his then Girlfriend Karen Kuehn, his dog Stiffy and myself rolled into town. After a night at the world famous Safari Inn we breakfasted at Franks. It was the first and last time we ate at Frank's for twenty years.
Why so long, you ask? Well I noticed as we sat down that there were a large number gnats flying about the place. No big deal really. Growing up in Texas prepares you to share your space with mother natures ugly little creatures.
But then our beautiful little waitress waddled out to our table with my plate of eggs.
The cloud of gnats that followed her, swarming around said eggs couldn't be ignored.
She set my plate down and I was surprised that 300 or so gnats that were stuck to my eggs didn't have the strength to fly away with my breakfast.
I didn't have the strength to eat them, or to return for twenty years.
I am pleased to announce that Frank's has a new owner, that has evicted the gnats, and expanded the menu to suit those with more continental tastes.
The wait staff are considerably younger too.